The Narcissist - Brady Watt, Westside Gunn & DJ Premier

Consolidate as one Keep all your information in one place Every waking day Thoughts do collide So what's right? Your opinion? Statistic position? A million commentators wanna give you a reason Consolidated tongue Keep All your inspiration sinking in sand Voice recognition and touch ID Another useless cunt! Reality TV How far has it gone? And where will it go? Tracking your bones on your mobile phone Century of the narcissist? Authentic talent will be dismissed Is it the century of the narcissist? Authentic talent will be dismissed So plug in (Update) They need to know your everything (It's expired) So plug in (You're out of date) Now they know your everything Do I ride against the tide? Or hop, back on the wagon Get up to pace The twenty first century Saw the decline, still there's light Beyond that drizzle The saturation The million commentators trying to get you to listen Masters of the thumb We can't all become Let me think now Voice recognition and touch ID Another useless cunt! Reality TV How far has it gone? And where will it go? Tracking your bones on your mobile phone? Century of the narcissist? Is this the century of the narcissist? So plug in (Update) They need to know your everything (It's expired) So plug in (You're out of date) Now they know your everything Inter-connectable socialites I see no mist, no stars You have a choice to join the herd by that middle tree This is where you can sedate yourself In a maze of minds through circuit boards What are we heading for? Surrounded by anchors that cannot be raised But I remember Mystery sleeping through my veins Dream beyond tomorrow what path you should follow Tell me now? Calling all flowers to summon up your powers of the mind! Keep your eyes wide open, don't fall into the sleeping maze What have we now, now become? How far will it go? When will we start to put chips Into our minds? Now we can see the deterioration of man

(Ooh) (You got me like) (Ooh) (You got me like) Take a picture of all my flaws or You can take a video on your phone And you know that I would talk But I'm too afraid to pick you up and go home I'm feeling Dazed like a magazine Finding my insanity Wishing it'll all go away Now we're smoking up the balcony You telling me profanities "Maybe it was never okay" (you got me like) 345's where we stayed She told me I'm a narcissist for doing it again Took a bunch of acid, and she told me, "Not again" Now I'm gonna tell her that I'm loving her friends 345's where we stayed She told me I'm a narcissist for doing it again Took a bunch of acid, and she told me, "Not again" Now I'm gonna tell her that I'm loving her friends And I've been seeing somebody But I've not found a way to tell you That I'm seeing somebody There's not a nice way for me to say that I've been seeing somebody You know I want you to be happy So start seeing somebody And then maybe we can get on with it Stayin' late, I just wanna get stoned Telling all your friends that I'm never at home And my face filling up with blood But you're still the same living like a bourgeois Coughing up the promethazine Living like an evergreen Sorry for the things that I've done Now Selena won't be friends with me I was kissing Emily I love you, it was never your fault 345's where we stayed She told me I'm a narcissist for doing it again Took a bunch of acid, and she told me, "Not again" Now I'm gonna tell her that I'm loving her friends And I've been seeing somebody But I've not found a way to tell you That I'm seeing somebody There's not a nice way for me to say that I've been seeing somebody You know I want you to be happy So start seeing somebody And then maybe we can get on with it (You got me like) (Ooh) (You got me like) (Ooh) Seeing somebody (You got me like) 345's where we stayed She told me I'm a narcissist for doing it again Took a bunch of acid, and she told me, "Not again" Now I'm 'boutta tell her that I love one of her friends

Takes a lot of guts for you to come Moving to the front, a getaway Yes, I know you're trying on me Takes a lot of lies for you to make Step into the side, or come my way 'Cause I know you're trying on me Do you recognize me, girl? I phone you every night, girl Don't recognize me, girl I wanna fold you Don't come around my way I wanna fold you So come closer, girl, yeah, oh Just come Takes a lot of guts for you to come Moving to the front, a getaway Yes, I know you're trying on me Takes a lot of lies for you to make Step into the side, or come my way 'Cause I know you're trying on me 'Cause I know you're trying on me The narcissist

Out of touch with my feelings I can't help it if I'm happy or sad Today I cried for no reason Made me feel like a psychopath I should hate you 'cause I love you You should hate yourself for treating me like that We both know you only love you Did you know they have a name for that? You say that I'm crazy You say that you're sorry Won't happen again You say I'm dramatic I'm overreacting And maybe I am And I know you'll get over me But can you get over yourself? Before you go and love somebody else You should probably get some help My parents don't like you Why would they want to? After they found me crying on the bathroom floor I don't even like me anymore 'Cause you say that I'm crazy You say that you're sorry Won't happen again You say I'm dramatic I'm overreacting And maybe I am And I know you'll get over me But can you get over yourself? Before you go and love somebody else You should probably get some help You lose your voice when you yell too much Don't say you love me until you mess up Phone calls past twelve o'clock, wanting me back Don't you know that they got a name for that? You say that I'm crazy You say that you're sorry Won't happen again You say I'm dramatic I'm overreacting And maybe I am And I know you'll get over me But can you get over yourself? Before you go and love somebody else You should probably get some help

Ayo Ayo, rockin' Stella sweaters Jewelry weather, truly yours for pleasure You left that nigga because I fucked you better Situation is strict, you know the risk You on shit I ain't even touch that bitch (I ain't even touch that bitch) Lookin' like a sexpot mascot, feds kicked the door in at the last spot You rushed to flush the half block I love you, bitch (I love you, bitch) I stare while you reel 'em in (while you reel 'em in) You suck my dick while I hold your hair His and hers Mulsanne (skrt), fashion week, we rockin' Wang A hundred drum, some would say I love you How you whip them bricks, baby girl (baby girl) Pussy drip, baby girl (baby girl) Your legs shakin' when the two fingers playin' (ah) I'ma kill you if you give my pussy away That's all I'm sayin' (boom, boom, boom, boom) That's all I'm sayin' (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

As I look back, I watched him board the plane Ayo, ayo, brr Brr Ayo, ayo, ayo Three stripes on the Gucci Lyrics back to back, 63s, we all had Uzis (skrrt) Selene knee-highs over the face, lookin' spooky If you ever bought a three for 50, nigga, you knew me (nigga, you knew me) In the ghetto, AP strapped the coke out a soupie (whip) Neck full of Veert pearls, lookin' all bougie Greeted my fiends with "As-salamu alaykum" Moms was a basehead, could blame it on Reagan What if I tell you drug dealers God's favorite? Three hunnid for the plate and didn't taste it (uh-uh) You ever left a tip so big, you fucked the waitress? (Woo) I rock my DOOM Dunks with red laces I pray for my niggas with Fed cases Who that nigga in that big ass bracelet? Ayo, looking like a Margiela model at the Guggenheim (ah) Turned three to eight, that shit too divine (width) Chrome Heart goggles like I'm scuba diving Hermès seats, it look like the coupe was flyin' (skrrt) On the counter, never knew my life would turn this great Drunk so much Chase, I threw up my Papi Steak (ah) Anybody violate, I annihilate (boom, boom, boom) I switched the band on the Dick, you rockin' time today I could've fucked your bitch, but I don't got the time today (I don't got the time today) Tie everybody up, we gotta find the yay (we gotta find the yay) Jamaican tank top, Jean-Paul Gaultier (woo, brra) Airholes on the TEC (woo, brra) fuck nigga, I don't play (brr) Three stoves in the kitchen, two in the basement Who that nigga in that big ass bracelet? They wire the money now, they used to wire the room (we was) We was cuttin' dog food out designer balloons (Insha Allah) I was prayin' in the dirt, one day I bloom (haha) Become Hov in a metal mask, I be Shawn DOOM (we die big) We live enormous, you die big, or you die alone (brra, bah, bah,) Either way you die alone, my shooter Pat Mahomes (Brr) My bullet thrower, I was court-side watching Syracuse play Villanova (go) I flew here straight from a vineyard in Sonoma (woo) Talkin' cocaine around weed growers (haha) Bitch, I just had dinner across the room from Oprah My young boy jumped out in Giuseppe Cobras and the snow dumpin' (brrr) This shit is nothing, these pussy niggas bluffin' (woo, go) Every issue get aired out or cleared up (yeah) Chanel prayer rug, my bitch said I ain't there enough I rolled up 20 bands, put it in her hair and told her, "Wear it up" (told her put her bun up) You need to praise God and fear us (you should) Find the illest, who dope then? I end them niggas with two shakes of a goat pen I wrote this in the kitchen over the stove while the dope was spinnin' (woo) They shot him through the door while he was openin' it (brr, nah, bah) Stove Jesus on the cross screamin', "No forgiveness" (no forgiveness) No forgiveness, this is Louis loafer livin' They said it's no way out (haha) But Puff backyard got the ocean in it I just hope you can swim, nigga Stove It must be crack Got me selling all my clothes Spendin' all my dough It must be crack Got me knockin' at your window at three in the morning Talkin' 'bout They know I got two loves Man, get the fuck outta here Even when them hustlin' days are gone Crack was by my side still holdin' on Even when them 20s stop spinnin' (hahaha) Crack, it be with me, disappear Crack still be here, it must be crack

Take a fucking 'nother photo, man Don't take another fuckin' photo, man I just got here, homie Don't take no photos, stop it (okay) Ooh, where they at? Where they at? Ooh, where they at? Where they at? (Grrt) Ooh, where they at? (Doot-do-do-do-doot) Where they at? Ooh, where they at? Where they at? Yeah (niggas actin' like they fly than Superflygod, but) Where they at? Where they at? Ooh, where they at? Where they at? Ooh, where they at? (Haan) Where they at? Ooh, where they at? Ayo Hermés bandana on my head, I think I'm Tupac The watch four-hundred retail with bethel, got no rooftop (skrrt) Nine bed, 13 baths in The Boondocks Off-White, line twenty-ones, Laurent tube socks Got your bitch on the Peter Pan with two blocks The bomb look like a Fupa, baby, let's make dua If the dogs come, don't call my phone I never knew ya, if you make it A Pucci wetsuit you while we scuba Multi-millionaire and a two-time loser (ah) Got a button on the back with the air-booler (grrt) Got bricks off consignment, if I fuck with you Gucci racer suit on and I ain't even drive it (Superflygod, huh-huh) Where they at? Where they at? (Doot-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) Ooh, where they at? Where they at? Ooh, where they at? (Haan) Where they at? Ooh, where they at? Where they at? Yeah Remember when they asked dumb shit like, "Can he rap?" I don't even know where most my Grammy's at Remember when they asked dumb shit like, "Can he rap?" Now I can't even find my diamond plaques Emerge through the smoke and the haze like Isaac More LV than Pharrell in my closet (no, for real) South Bronx, I gotta rep, send your bitch outta breath Word to Anna, smoke the Lucy on the Met Gala steps Reverse the odds, silk Versace on Big in hypnotize California love, but New York my blood can't pick a side We both got mansions, just a different size Cocaine city, the billboards, the rap drug lords The flow fentanyl, the boys slept on The opps stepped on, haan Where they at? Where they at? Ooh, where they at? (Grrt) Where they at? Ooh, where they at? Where they at? (Doot-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) Ooh, where they at? Where they at? Yeah Where they at? (Doot-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) Where they at? Ooh, where they at? Where they at? Ooh, where they at? (Haan) Where they at? Ooh, where they at? What's the deal? (Uh-huh) For the deal? For the thrill What's the deal? (Coke boy, baby) You know what it is, when you hear that, "Haan" My vibration High vibration (haan) Got vibes waitin' Where they at? Montana, Westside, Buffalo, Chicago South Bronx, ha

Do I look like I want some damn flowers? Conductor Flygod Ayo, the Pradas with the piranha bites She know the price, poltergeist Fold the TEC up nice, fiends sayin' my work outta sight Louis all nights, since flying kites Said, "You'll be home soon," shawarma over rice Been swag ever since the devil ceased the blood of Christ (skrrt) He was just tryna feed his family and got life (ah) It's the almighty, can't nobody fuck wit' me, I'm nice (can't nobody fuck with me) Shoot your block up and take a private flight, rocking Nikes (Grrra, brrra, doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) A hundred round drum should suffice (grrra) My Cartiers got wood and ice (wood and ice, ah) Ayo, red leather gloves with the salt and pepper mink draggin' Sold dope for 15 years in a week practice (ah) Imagine me listening to a nigga in cheap fabric (conductor) Your arms too short, where your reach stop, I reach past it I'm massive (ah), $80K for the watch, the band plastic Dope house doing numbers, fantastic (skrrt) Speedin' in the Aston (skrrt) Allahu akbar, I almost crashed in the masjid (ah) Inshallah, I wake up to a bad bitch (ah) Just done four months straight, that's a hat trick (that's a hat trick) Ayo, shoot one nigga or 20, it's the same (it's the same) Phantom hogging both lanes, what a shame (skrrt) Ghost Dweller looking all plain, gave my shooter a brick Told him, "Bring me back 30," he sniffed the whole thing (sniffed the whole thing) Ayo, I'm out in Turks and Caicos, cherry red Dracos (ah) Had to stuff the work down the sink, grab the Drano Ten bricks, take one step, chess, he lookin' prego I'm insane, yo, shootouts all day though (brra-brra-brra) In the same boat, brains flow if you giving out halos Bench press wearing the same clothes (ah) Look how his vein shows, we copy and paste those You sniffin' dope and coke with the same nose (sniff) Ayo, your favorite rapper trash (ah) Redeye on the Hellcat, doing the dash (skrrt) Put money on your head, I ain't even hit the stash (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) If I can't have it, you going tonight, Hall N' Nash (boom-boom-boom-boom) Heard your man ratting, nigga, how he get a pass? (How he get a pass?) Heard you ain't put no work in, how you get a rack? (How you get a rack?) Shit off the runway, it don't even got a tag (ah) Purple with the scorpions hanging off my ass One blast had him sweating bad in his glass (ah) Shoot this shit up with no mask, we rockin' brass (brra, ah) Laughin' like, "Yeah, I did it, you felt the wrath" (ah) Plus your work ain't come back, you looking sad (ooh) Yo, shoot one nigga or 20, it's the same (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) Phantom hogging both lanes, what a shame (skrrt, what a shame) Ghost Dweller looking all plain, gave my shooter a brick Told him, "Bring me back 30," he sniffed the whole thing (sniffed the whole thing)