No one to aid me now
So look at this maniac
I'm frantic in my room
Writing words, a schizophreniac
I'm talking to myself
But myself can't even help me now
The writing's on the wall
So f*ck this wall I'm going crazy now
I'm bringing the house down
Like I'm planning a development
Developing, I turn a tenement into a settlement
I'm arrogant, but it's evident I'm excellent
The testament these words
A sermon I deliver sent from heaven man
I'm heaven-sent, Intelligent
Celestial experiment
An alien amongst these sapiens
I'm just Sayian man
I get lightning on the rocks
That's why I spit and shock
That's why I'm leaving chalk
That's why I never seize I never stop
Around the clock
Around the block
I open doors, I never knock
They never close they never lock
I'm breaking in, I pull the Glock
I'm aiming down, this is my shot
I'm taking it, this is my spot
I'll live forever, never rot
I never bleed, I never clot
This is my seed, this is my pot
I'm always sick, this is my snot
I'm always hard, this is my cock
I always bust, this is my sock
I go all in, this is my stock
I go all out, and I restock
I'm running out
There is some doubt, so should I stop
Not even a second, man
I don't come in second man
I hardly need a second wind
I'm already an element, within an element
I'm breaking ground, like i was sediment
I'm fire if there's anyone better I burn the evidence
I said it man, tell your friends to spread it then
You tune into my words, and that's my power like I'm Letterman
And then again, I'm late at night, writing whatever
In this endeavor when I remember the pain of being great
Will last forever
Look at this maniac
Egomaniac, Braniac
F*cking sick
All of this, all of that
Ain't he that
Rata-ta-ta
Shoot me down, lay me down
Lock me up, let me out
Try to stop me, try to top me
Try to rob me, it's improbable
And probably impossible and possibly illogical
I'm straight up magical, paradoxical
I'm good and evil
Past and future
Present tense
I am the truth, I make no sense
I am myself and nothing else
The Koncept - Myself Lyrics
The Koncept - Myself Lyrics
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English
No one to aid me now
So look at this maniac
I'm frantic in my room
Writing words, a schizophreniac
I'm talking to myself
But myself can't even help me now
The writing's on the wall
So f*ck this wall I'm going crazy now
I'm bringing the house down
Like I'm planning a development
Developing, I turn a tenement into a settlement
I'm arrogant, but it's evident I'm excellent
The testament these words
A sermon I deliver sent from heaven man
I'm heaven-sent, Intelligent
Celestial experiment
An alien amongst these sapiens
I'm just Sayian man
I get lightning on the rocks
That's why I spit and shock
That's why I'm leaving chalk
That's why I never seize I never stop
Around the clock
Around the block
I open doors, I never knock
They never close they never lock
I'm breaking in, I pull the Glock
I'm aiming down, this is my shot
I'm taking it, this is my spot
I'll live forever, never rot
I never bleed, I never clot
This is my seed, this is my pot
I'm always sick, this is my snot
I'm always hard, this is my cock
I always bust, this is my sock
I go all in, this is my stock
I go all out, and I restock
I'm running out
There is some doubt, so should I stop
Not even a second, man
I don't come in second man
I hardly need a second wind
I'm already an element, within an element
I'm breaking ground, like i was sediment
I'm fire if there's anyone better I burn the evidence
I said it man, tell your friends to spread it then
You tune into my words, and that's my power like I'm Letterman
And then again, I'm late at night, writing whatever
In this endeavor when I remember the pain of being great
Will last forever
Look at this maniac
Egomaniac, Braniac
F*cking sick
All of this, all of that
Ain't he that
Rata-ta-ta
Shoot me down, lay me down
Lock me up, let me out
Try to stop me, try to top me
Try to rob me, it's improbable
And probably impossible and possibly illogical
I'm straight up magical, paradoxical
I'm good and evil
Past and future
Present tense
I am the truth, I make no sense
I am myself and nothing else
So look at this maniac
I'm frantic in my room
Writing words, a schizophreniac
I'm talking to myself
But myself can't even help me now
The writing's on the wall
So f*ck this wall I'm going crazy now
I'm bringing the house down
Like I'm planning a development
Developing, I turn a tenement into a settlement
I'm arrogant, but it's evident I'm excellent
The testament these words
A sermon I deliver sent from heaven man
I'm heaven-sent, Intelligent
Celestial experiment
An alien amongst these sapiens
I'm just Sayian man
I get lightning on the rocks
That's why I spit and shock
That's why I'm leaving chalk
That's why I never seize I never stop
Around the clock
Around the block
I open doors, I never knock
They never close they never lock
I'm breaking in, I pull the Glock
I'm aiming down, this is my shot
I'm taking it, this is my spot
I'll live forever, never rot
I never bleed, I never clot
This is my seed, this is my pot
I'm always sick, this is my snot
I'm always hard, this is my cock
I always bust, this is my sock
I go all in, this is my stock
I go all out, and I restock
I'm running out
There is some doubt, so should I stop
Not even a second, man
I don't come in second man
I hardly need a second wind
I'm already an element, within an element
I'm breaking ground, like i was sediment
I'm fire if there's anyone better I burn the evidence
I said it man, tell your friends to spread it then
You tune into my words, and that's my power like I'm Letterman
And then again, I'm late at night, writing whatever
In this endeavor when I remember the pain of being great
Will last forever
Look at this maniac
Egomaniac, Braniac
F*cking sick
All of this, all of that
Ain't he that
Rata-ta-ta
Shoot me down, lay me down
Lock me up, let me out
Try to stop me, try to top me
Try to rob me, it's improbable
And probably impossible and possibly illogical
I'm straight up magical, paradoxical
I'm good and evil
Past and future
Present tense
I am the truth, I make no sense
I am myself and nothing else
Writer: Khalil Charif
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