The Way Iam

Whatever...

Dre, just let it run...

Hey yo, turn the beat up a little bit...

Hey yo, this song is for anyone ... fuck it ... just shut up and listen.

Hey yo...

I sit back, with this pack of Zig-Zags and this bag of this weed,

it gives me the shit needed to be the most meanest mc on this...

on this earth... and since birth I've been cursed with this curse

to just curse and just blurt this bezerk and bizarre shit that works,

and it sells and it helps in itself to relieve all this tension.

Dispensing these sentences, getting the stress

that's been eatin' me recently off of this chest.

And I rest again peacefully...

But at least have the decency in you

to leave me alone when you freaks see me out

in the streets when I'm eatin' or feedin' my daughter

to not come and speak to me.

I don't know you and no, I don't owe you

a motherfucking thing. I'm not Mister NSYNC.

I'm not what your friends think.

I'm not Mister Friendly. I can be a prick.

If you tip me my tank is on empty.

No patience is in me and if you offend me,

I'm liftin' you ten feet... in the air.

I don't care who was there and who saw me destroy you.

Well, call you a lawyer. File you a lawsuit.

I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe.

I'm tired of all you. I don't mean to be mean

but that's all I can be. It's just me.

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And I am, whatever you say I am.

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news, everyday I am.

Radio won't even play my jam.

'Cause I am, whatever you say I am.

If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

In the paper, the news, everyday I am.

I don't know it's just the way I am.

Sometimes I just feel like my father. I hate to be bothered...

with all of this nonsense. It's constant and "Oh, it's his lyrical content."

The song "Guilty Conscience" has gotten such rotten responses.

And all of this controversy circles me

and it seems like the media immediately

points a finger at me...

So I point one back at 'em but not the index or pinky

or the ring or the thumb. It's the one you put up

when you don't give a fuck when you won't just put up

with the bullshit they pull 'cause they full of shit too.

When a dude's gettin bullied and shoots up your school

and they blame it on Marilyn ... and the heroin

where were the parents at? And look at where it's at...

Middle America

now it's a tragedy

now it's so sad to see

an upper-class city

having this happenin'.

Then attack Eminem

'cause I rap this way.

But I'm glad 'cause they feed me the fuel

that I need for the fire to burn,

and it's burnin' and I have returned.

(Chorus)

I'm so sick and tired of bein' admired

that I wish that I would just die or get fired

and dropped from my label. Let's stop with the fables.

I'm not goin' to be able to top what my name is.

And pigeon-holed in to some poppy sensation

that got me rotation at rock-n-roll stations.

And I just do not got the patience...

to deal with these cocky caucasians

who think I'm some wigga' who just tries to be black

'cause I talk with an accent and grab on my balls.

So they always keep askin' the same fuckin' questions...

What school did I go to? What hood I grew up in?

The why, the who what, when the where and the how

'til I'm grabbin' my hair and I'm tearin' it out.

You've been drivin' me crazy. I can't take it.

I'm racin' I'm pacin'. I stand then I sit.

And I'm thankful for every fan that I get

but I can't take a shit in the bathroom

without someone standing by it...

You knew I won't sign your autograph

you can call me an asshole. I'm glad.

(Chorus)