Artist: TopR Album: Face in the Crowd Song: Face in the Crowd Typed by: Hatt's Crib take off your game face and put on your strange face baby I pay my rent, speaking in beautiful shades of contempt got my whole family saying "fuck the government" todays a beautiful day to not get out of bed and when I finally wake, and shake the voices from my head ill step into the night, with malicious intent climb on the rooftops and watch the world end as the sky descends, I realize that I'm blessed having the time of my life, as I drink myself to death I'm a cigarette in the hand of fate only the good die young and godDAMN I'm great I'd love to live forever but since cancer cant wait when theyre playing my song I dance in front of the (trade?) if my train goes off the tracks, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up back back on the scene half man half machine going to bars every weekend, taking shots of gasoline the darkening of our dreams when we follow our dreams they try and target our dreams with all these marketing schemes advertising campaigns satirized with brand names but I guess I cant complain in a thinking mans game the reason they go against me is because I go against the grain coming off the top of the head, like Cobain and the only time I ever thought about offing myself was the second I realized I was like everybody else [Chorus] I'm just a face in the crowd, another statistic a name in the phone book, a glitch in the system original thinker, but a victim of conformity overweight drinker small piece of the majority ( x2 ) my scheme inside the machine I'm throwin wrenches with henchmen in the trenches countin seconds to armageddon. prepare for warfare, trained veteran, veins deaded brain contains a weapon that rains adrenalin I'm the difference between aspirin and mescalin, your last legs in your second wind down forever got my back with a masculine or feminine im askin if you've ever been comfortable in the skin that you've settled in 'cause sometimes I dont even feel like myself I'll admit it, but its not like its anybody's business try and mimic the cynic get treated like a fiend addicted to a verbal prescriptive and battle for drink tickets they say I got a problem, but its more like a solution lightin up this bong with pages of the constitution blasphemous passages, help me to deal with insecurity developed from one too many bad acid trips off balance, mindset cancerous define myself not by what I stand for what exactly do I stand against? commandeer the first amendment slap america senseless leave uncle sam crucified on white picket fences restless like an immortal man standing at the edge of existence with a death wish and reckless abandon clenching my fists, I think that everybody hates me I just wish they spent more time hating fake MC's [Chorus] this is for all of my folks, from the ballers and the locs to the scholars who are broke for all the rides on the bus for all the smiles, and the hugs all the memories and the times we were in love for all the lies and mistrust for all the violent disgust for all the nights we were drunk, or high off the drugs I'm speaking to ya, man to man 'cause life got me pulling my hair out, strand by strand in the worst of times I perverse, so I remain triumphant against all odds and assumptions I have dreams of throwin bottles at republican incumbents my crew be starting riots at the b-boy summit screaming fuck the government big up to graffiti vandals lightin molotov cocktails, like candles understand bro, I'm not a traditionalist sometimes I think I catch tags to remind myself that I exist in a fucked up world of (PCF'ing?) survival is a vital lesson learn that, and finally earn your right to die with blessing this is my aggression, acknowledge this drunken rage cuz even when I'm passed out in a pool of my own vomit I got more presence than your whole entire crew does on stage I define MC, cool while I stay true to myself y'all motherfuckers wanna be more like me