OVENHEAD by SevidemiC

You make me so mad. How does every god damn thing go bad? Look at the effect my ego had. I fly solo, so we don't land. Oh, no. Don't you drag him away. Let me guess - Everybody had me to blame. Real niggas on leave, passing the blade. I've been on the bench, don't ask me to play. (god damn) Hot head and a hot hand. (fam) Got mad and I lost fans. I boss back with a God Plan. Standing taller than ever, I fought that. (too real) For a fake following. I feel in motion, but still hollow in the wheel. Seal it up and let the fall increase appeal. I'm mad. In awe of an anomaly reveal.

Ovenhead. Yo, they don't want to get me hot!
No, they don't wanna turn me up again!

You make me so angry. Through abuse, it'll seem more shady. 'Cuz it is, some are missing a lot. Run the risk of a meltdown lately. Funnel in that instinct. If you ain't gang, that offends me. Pay attention, are you listening? Never ignore what's pristine. Not to mention, I provide what's missing. This place is no fit scene for a fuck boy. What's foiling the plan? Oil in the van will see no spoil in demand. I wonder what they think this is. From pain, me paint the mischief. New fame, new chain, we gifted. New lane, you lames' evicted.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Zombie Music
• Albuquerque