thereâs a war in my head
thereâs a war in my head
thereâs a war in my head
thereâs a war in my head
I created you, made you what you are pullinâ them all niters
in that small tight room in Queens now youâre a songwriter
nurtured your style all while tuckinâ you under the wing
the only right thing I knew to do for my offspring
my little puppet on strings but now youâre nothinâ to me
I oughtaâ cut my head off that would be a luxury
just for me to see you fuckinâ suffer and your dreams shatter
all because your greed got out of hand now nothing really matters
How you so pitifully cynical? this is my critically acclaimed shit
maybe a little criminal but I did it to get us famous
yeah Iâm Yak Ballz you just finishinâ last dog
young Yashar tryinâ to be a college grad aw look thatâs cute
college boy wants to quit rap to, and join the private sector
who am I to object? perhaps he just wasnât designed to rep
nah never that, Iâma makeâem sign the checks and gimme mega cash
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Itâs like youâre Icarus flying to the sun
I witness it from the eyes in the sockets of the one
who I watched behind lenses borderline schizophrenic become
something of a menace from medicine not meant for my mothers son
and then you came crawlinâ out of my brain
maybe like a baby but I knew you were somethinâ I couldnât tame
I never gave you a name you just became
and now I canât drain you out of my head and Iâm ashamed of you
you donât like my ways then fuck you, my state of mind fuck you
lay it on the line come on slit your wrists if you want to
use the pieces of the mirror you looked in when I punched you
just remember you were hooked on them drugs to
no longer a figment of your imagination for entertainment
surreality TV without limited syndication
I always knew this would happen you backstabbinâ
âcause your parents wonât have it
the world is ours if we grab it
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apocalypse in my head I never thought Iâd see it
metamorphosis from sort of a marriage to war between us
its all your fault the evil indeed is tearing me to pieces
endearing I swear it insane with a stroke of genius
man what is you thinkinâ? I am us
you know the one that the fans love
in the crowd with their fingers pointinâ to the sky singinâ my anthems
my hands commandinâ the slam dancers
Mr. knowitall aint got all the answers
the plan was never for this, no weed, no drinkinâ, no pain
no addiction to drunk brain spitshine finish
motherfucker youâre nothing but a gimmick
so Iâm endinâ it before you self-destruct in my image
oh look heâs psychic Yak Ballz a failure I like this
in a bathtub full of blood with his two sliced wrists
it hurts you despise me because Iâm good as kin
obviously in your skin I embody what you couldâve been
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