The Way I Am
12 Lyrics

Beat you to death with a coat hanger
I'm so violent and ruthless that I would even beat you with a coat hanger until you're dead.

I ain't a pastor preachin' rapture, nah, I'm a mad rapper
I'm not a religious leader preaching salvation, but rather a crazy rapper.

Impressed, I guess yes, the best in the North West, they offer no contest
I'm the best rapper in the North West and nobody can compete with me.

God, 12 Gage you just pissed off the copycat craze - I'm burnin' bridges
My success has angered those who try to copy me and now I'm cutting ties with them.

Try trainin', you'll need it
You should try to compete against me, but you'll need to train hard to even have a chance.

All I need is a pen 'n' paper for you to fear me
With just a pen and paper, I can make you afraid of me.

Wavin' the world goodbye, 'cos I'm surrounded by the mimics
I'm leaving the rap world because all they have are copycats and imitators.

You'll need defibrillatin', silver tongue with serrated saliva
My words are so sharp and cutting that you'll need a defibrillator to revive yourself from shock.

'Cos when I spit, people get cut up, from the gut up
When I rap, people get figuratively cut and wounded in their souls and spirits.

Not the waist, never waste a single lyric
I don't waste any of my rhymes or words.

Inflate 'em, I'll deflate 'em until they say, Death's late
I'll build up my opponents and then bring them down until they're almost dead.

Anger's surgin', hurtin' 'em worse than a drunk surgeon in urban clothin', I lie I'm Californian
My anger is so powerful that it hurts my opponents more than a careless surgeon, even though I'm not actually from California.

Any corner I'm ownin' em
I'm dominating and controlling every corner of the rap world.

I'm an optimist in his prime
I'm at the peak of my optimism and confidence.

Nowt's stoppin' this rhyme
Nothing can put a stop to my rap.

So step into the hip-hop fight club with a kung fu tongue twist
Join me in the rap world, where every line is a battle, but I have a unique and powerful way of delivering my words.

I'm the Lee, Chan 'n' Norris of this shit
I'm the ultimate fighter and the best at what I do.

12 Gage, more like a dozen gits
I'm not just one person but many different versions of myself.

Took a hundred hits, with wounded wrists
I've been attacked and hurt many times, but I keep going despite my injuries.

I'm anonymous 'n' the seraphim are singin, a lingerin' lyric
I'm unknown and mysterious, and the angels are singing about me and my rap that will never be forgotten.

Rap's darkest fears reanimated, so fear it
I'm bringing back the fear and intimidation that were once common in the rap world.

All I hear are pop hits 'bout gyratin' hips
All I hear are shallow pop songs about sex and dancing.

Ha, salute 'n' salutations, dicks
I'm mocking and disrespecting those who are not up to my level in the rap world.

I set the standard you aspire to, desire to rise to, set the fire to empires
I'm the one setting the bar and inspiring others to reach my level of excellence.

Slay the liars with barbed wire 'n' pliers
I expose and destroy all the liars with painful and sharp words that cut like wire and pliers.

Sent by Gaia to annihilate 'n' spit hellfire, burn you in a pyre
I was sent by mother earth to destroy and attack my opponents with fierce and merciless words until they're burned and destroyed.

Are you mad you admire me, tired of me
You may be angry at me for being better than you, or you may just be exhausted from trying to keep up with me.

This differently wired mind of mine, that I will mine 'n' mine for rhythms
I have a different and unique way of thinking that allows me to find and create new rhythms for my rap.

I'm given, I'm spittin', like a man that doesn't have much time to be alive
I'm rapping as if I don't have much time left to live because I'm putting all my passion and energy into it.

The minutes are tickin' away, pickin' 'n' rippin' away, Seconds are missin', I listen 'n' wish they were given again
Time is running out, and I'm making the most of every second to create the best possible rap that I can.

Hold up a second, I got a confession
I need to slow down and confess something before I continue.

I'm here for one reason, to leave an impression
I'm not here to make friends or have fun; my only goal is to create an unforgettable and powerful impression with my rap.

My footprint on your face
I'm going to leave a lasting mark or impression on your face with my words and rap.

Step back, make way
Get out of the way and let me through because I'm coming through powerfully.

I'm here to teach you a lesson, one you got no chance of forgetting
I'm going to teach you a valuable and unforgettable lesson that you won't be able to ignore or forget.

You can call me Sir, kneel down 'n' begin begging
I demand the ultimate respect and reverence from my opponents, and they should kneel and beg at my feet.

I'm an old boy, brought back from the dead by an old boy
I'm an experienced and skilled veteran of rap, brought back to life by another old and seasoned rapper like myself.

You can keep your money, I create to destroy boy
I don't care about money or fame; I create and destroy for the sake of the game.

It's the host 'n' his apprentice reinvented
I'm reinventing myself and my style, and my apprentice is following my lead.

It's the same old voice, but a brand new noise
I'm still the same person, but I'm making a brand new and different sound with my rap.

Doom, doom, the lord of addiction's in the room
I'm a dark and powerful force that can become addictive and take over the rap world.

Boom, boom, listen to the cowards flee, chaos ensues
My powerful and explosive rap is causing chaos and causing my opponents to flee in fear.

Soon you'll see the wicked one, It's Matt the Spitter, Jack the Ripper's sickest son, spittin' on
You'll soon see me, the most wicked and twisted rapper, as I spit out my rhymes and leave everyone in awe.

Doom, doom, look out I'm in the room
Beware and watch out because I'm in the room, and my rap is about to take over.

Boom,boom, I'll leave you in your tomb, 'n' soon
My rap will leave you dead and buried, and it will happen soon.

You'll see the wicked one, It's Matt the Spitter, Jack the Ripper's sickest son, spittin' on
You'll see me again, the most twisted and sick rapper, as I continue to spit out my powerful rhymes.