With the Shit (feat. JT the Bigga Figga & Cellski) - E-40

Take a peak behind the curtain at my grand design Any less than picture-perfect, and it'll be cast aside I'm so impatient for inspiration when my pen becomes the sword Because I'll scrap ya if I have to go back to the drawing board Some dreams are simply meant to die What happens if they get revived? You thought you could toss me out? The ink ain't even dry! I'm no good, so cross me out And then we'll dot some I's That's a price all artists pay! A sacrifice! "That's so cliché" Lightning struck, and I was born The final cut just cut the cord Your dark imagination may be where demons hide So why'd you ever blame them When your pen brought them to life? (No!) You can't choose your family At least, not genetically But, I feel like we'll be real quick friends You brought me back So don't that make sense? (Oh, that makes sense!) Oh, don't you color me surprised! (I only see in black and white) 'Cause you can't kill the show He'll always get revived You made it happen! You made it real! When you imagined you gave us life and made us feel! Your thunder clappin', it's gettin' real! So if you haven't checked the forecast The weather's lookin' wet, I'll take the wheel So what if I'm a little rough around the edges? I'm an unmade masterpiece, I keep artists on their ledges This reboot might get messy, that's why I'm sorta sketchy I don't dance obediently, the demon's knees are far from bendy You made me in your image, so I lack a soul Tryin' to wipe me from existence And you're playin' Whack-A-Mole (oh!) Too bad you can not erase me! That, in fact, is why you hate me I'm your vision, bastardized "Like Frankenstein!" Then actualized! No, I won't color you surprised (You pull the plug, I'm still alive!) True artists never thrive At best, they'll survive! You made it happen! You made it real! Nobody's actin', but it's a show I'm gonna steal! Go call the cast in! I'll play the heel And if you haven't read the details The devil's due his debt, so take the deal I've been abominated, hollow eyes a-glow Re-animated, yet unrecognizable No better way to paint it This frame can not contain it To think of talent wasted Out of ink, but now I taste it (la, la, la, la) Even angels need to let the steam off (la, la, la, la) And no one's here to shut the damn machine off This work of art, once pure of heart May still become corrupted (all the stains are my scars!) I've come to find, it wasn't lightning That I've been struck with You made it happen! You made it real! Lights, camera, action! You put me right back on the reel! Now look who's laughin', your fate is sealed! Don't bother askin' for the details The devil's due his debt, and that's the deal (You made it happen!) (You made it happen!) (You made it happen!) (You made it happen!) (You made it happen!) (You made it happen!) (You made it happen!)