Tier On3 - Eye Sore (Prod. Dansonbeats) lyrics

Verse 1- (Tier On3) Just because I don't got fame Doesn't mean I'm gonna sell my soul Labels can Vietnam my a** And die as sh** inside a hole Without the underground rappers Your a body with no cadaver bone Watch me as I rap a song and grab it long Stretch the beat out to the max a mum Like 18 Amy did With a fat head and a p**y You say I'm wussy this 7 blade inch f**s you up with major lurgy I'm not talking about a knife A fight over who's thinking isn't right Is no way to shine into the eyes Of the lord and the devils skies You never know when your gonna die So I test it with a mili kilo watts 2 blades a Chinese steel owned wok I think I'm losing my think dome pops I'm sweet and sour now But i was a chicken back in my old days I is u I'm a king pow Running back to my own ways Girls love me for my single plays But they go cash me out and repo change Every second of every single day I go through max amount of my shingle pains Cuz I ain't blowing out the roof Ignore me cuz I speak the truth Puppets on a string to be amused And use the fingers as a destructive tool Chorus 1- Why are you ignoring me Don't want to talk to me any more All I want was to be with you Now you have just slammed that door You don't understand I'm your man your my woman Off your high horse Your in high doors Yes inside from your socket I am an eye sore Verse 2- (Tier On3) Oh that will stop the bleeding Don't test abilities while i'm eating My pencils teeth will shred you up Like blenders do my food and demons I don't want to be treated me like a black sheep Gonna make your throat gag up and laugh seeds And plant them in your eyes So the true facts now you can see You can read and stamp me As an outcast but you am me I'm a stampede Hunting you down till you blast me Accept nature you were born in Because your style is like a rap king Haters I can see them scorning I'm strapping you down like a p**no with fat screams The industry is punks you should read about 2 Chainz all you do is scream and shout Take a minute and think about what we're hearing now It ain't the same as 90's speaker sounds Lazy to put the effort in So you take an easy route and sell a pen Give it to a good producers to bless the sin When i sit here and think i gotta pen step em in It inverts them to represent I don't get what the facking fack it is Crips and bloods they're clapping hits Your all the same Your a deeply packed in pin Pushed so much you pull And then everything explodes You lose your cool but your soul Is still trapped inside the pits of a burning coal Chorus 2- Verse 3- (Tier On3) I'm swinging at ya like pendulum Need some real talent here I can lend you some Thats gonna cost your soul don't flex your guns I just want to be wealthy and have a heaven son Don't fluctuate the rising fact That fame can solve your under lying problems This is a career for all your tightened raps Get a lobotomy and be a dying possum All I wanted was to vent You made out it more than what it is You got the message that I sent Now you exclude from the biz The game is eaten by the horses mouth Hip hop is in a state of whoring out Bad sk**s and voice get him soaring founds Buckle knees with a belt of pouring ground Life isn't how it seems pure No models and sipping leaner Just a bunch of debt topped off with leisure Wanna rap go to wear the same t-shirt Recognition and respect is a must sir Without respect you don't have fans Without recognition you don't have brothers Without both you won't make it in the plan You won't be famous by the first song It hurts when you look at the haters words taunt Now you wanna drown out the game But your brainstorm wants to serve on Look for a label to belly Cuz major labels don't hear my best tracks They say underground rappers are jelly That has to be why call it Def Jam Chorus 3-