Buez - Outcast Lyrics

(I Go By The Name...)
Before I spit this lyrics, better get a dictionary, better still Encyclopedia
'Cos I immedia-tely unleash rap bombs on a track
There's no need for ya media-trix to come settle this
Magic on the Mic I call it Media Tricks
I've been a sphinx
It's been that way since 'cos if I come close to you, I might be a jinx
They say everyone in this world has something that he has to offer
Tryna figure mine is tough but homie being me is tougher
It's crazy, I claim to be hardworking at being a loafer
Raw talent is me spitting bars (Balls) of steel
Like sex with superman hasn't been rougher (Eww!)
Still I'm so confident when I pen rhymes
All about my zeroes like the ten times
Table, and I've still got some hench guys
Who would roll with me hotter than French fries
So I try in every possible way to make sure that I remain sucker free
So I'm undercover gee
Wanna mind my business so bad that I do it properly
Everything now isn't what it seems
I'm having nightmares instead of dreams
My height is way higher than my self esteem
But I'm on fire 'cos I might steam
Rappers out here in the industry tell me they all 'bout the money
Well who isn't but now it sounds corny
Criticized so much these days, my career's like the shape of my head, it's funny

I'll just be the outcast
I'll just be the outcast
I'll just be the outcast
Yeah
I guess I'll be the outcast
I'll just be the outcast
I'll just be the outcast
Yeah
I'll just be the outcast
I'll just be the outcast
I'll be the outcast
Yeah
I guess I'll be the outcast
I'll just be the outcast
I'll just be the outcast

So I'm back with the realest shit
Sick in the toilet some illest shit
When I hold the mic I be killing shit
Then I go home, relax and eat Killishi
'Cos I'm much of a loner
Home alone even when I've got a boner
Sincere to a fault, without even a thought (Thot)
If your chick's in my crib, I still wouldn't bone her (Facts!)
And the cycle continues
Tongue lashed by critics when I see my reviews
Said I haven't paid my dues yet
But with full effect I'd rather be alone than to be a pet
Mehn, I still don't get
You don't like me but still think I pose a threat
Well it's time I lived up to my expectations 'cos I'm angry now and my stomach is upset
And every time I pick this pen to write, mehn, I'm slick
Poetry's deep, wordplay has to be thick
Enough to break your skull 'cos you'll be racking your brain box
Like it's pool balls but it's cool 'cos with full force my rap's unique
Lines fresher than Cornflakes mixed with Milk (Eh)
Homie don't play with this boy
Trouble's the last thing to afford
'Cos I'm here to fill this void
I'm paranormal, you're paranoid
Vegetarian but I meet (Meat)
My expectations, I'm discreet
Rap is a movie I am the script
Diabetic lines, flows too sweet

Normal?
Nah, it's boring
It's lame, it sucks (Yeah)
I'm a Pariah
I'm an Anomaly
I'm Eccentric
I'm different
If your favorite rapper ain't like this
I guess it's okay to be the outcast