[MYSOUL_MYALL] For all the detrimental reasons, I be underground and maintain secrecy... It can be destructive to be me if I let me be, if you set me free, I ain't good for democracy... Some of 'em pesky ticks be talking shit 'bout me 'cause I let 'em do all that blasphemy... If it weren't for me, they'd see where they stand or if they even can live up to their so-claimed name made in bureaucracy... Now, I'm sitting in this little cubicle balcony, when everyone out there's wondering where have I gone missing, I'm just livin' in harmony, they make it their job, eye me like a hawk but I got assassin eyes with which a falcon sees...I know what they're up to...Even before they know what they gotta do to get to me... If there's times you can't find me, note about my whereabouts and where else you can find me if I'm not where I usually be... For if you must know where I reside when I ain't doing what I usually do to survive, Search for me in the clouds of doubts I'm surrounded by all the times but not because I'm weak or because I hide, I like 'em casting a shadow over my house. Not the one you see on the ground but the one little bubble that I blew up for me... For it gives me the decency to speak truth and run a legacy of sharp tongues that look pretty when they talk shitty...word for a word. And to keep it all to me, I be solitary, all I think and all the plans of victory, I made outta a rebellious dictionary...didn't take a lotta words outta it just the ones I needed to make it sound like me...'cause I kinda suck at comin' up with vocabulary...You were never subtle about what you're plotting in your head...Something about you always seemed chary...I had a speculation humming...Yeah, I saw it coming, you'd stab in the back when you can, I'm a visionary...You're a drab...couldn't be discreet of your ill plans...I found you in every map, no escaping, man...Now you see... Yeah, now you may say I got quite a mouth on me, I talk shitty...But all the shit I spit is not the shit that comes from me...All you hear is reciprocation and termination of the truce I never signed but the department ain't investigate for fallacy...maybe you paid them well to act nonchalant and get me trapped for you couldn't on your own or else you'd have to face the wrath in me...You've always been like that, degraded design...All the integrity claimed was never there, but a paper named 'peace treaty'...and it went undefined... Tired of all your bullshit, I've heard enough of, I turned on the TV... The breaking news, these days, reeks of cheap booze that doesn't go down my throat easy...So, nowadays, I'm spending my leisure in breaking bones and running errands around the city...Even the best of us need rest so I lean my head on the bedrest, staring the ceiling cold-eye, coming up with lotta thoughts some I get, some I don't...some of which are about the venture, I always dreamed of...I deem they seem shady but there's no other way, I wanna play it in my spinal cord...Realign your denture, seems so loose, might fall off...'cause I pack a punch and if you don't wanna taste the rust on your tongue...do what is said...don't think it up yourself...don't bother that little head...You're good for nothing, lad... [Chorus] Good for nothing We all want something, but does something want me? You're onto something, but it's something only I can always see We're always nothing, but at least we found some company [Dank] Hear me.. I been outta touch with reality, slowly becomin' somethin' that I can be proud to be, but it's hard to maintain it all when I gotta lotta doubt cloudin' right around about where it all fell outta me I'm not worried about the gravity of it all when I can't even seem to find anything else beyond my own calamity (AAAAHHHHH!) A true vision, I fuse fission, locked-in, a guided missile that doesn't miss, my given mission is lyrical, anatomical collisions I exclusively harbor only part of the best intentions Tryna stay relevant, but the fact of the matter is that none of it never mattered and I rather just say to hell with it, the whole game's gone sour, those other cowards just relish the things they believe hold them any sorta power But I still hope they all proud of me.. (DAAAAAANK!) [Chorus] Good for nothing We all want something, but does something want me? You're onto something, but it's only something I see We're always nothing, but at least we found some company
