Walk in My Shoes

And, still fight and find the way through?
Could you walk… in my shoes? (Could you walk in my shoes?)
And, still fight and find the way through?
Born to rot in this place that we call earth
So I’ll curse your name 'til I hit the dirt
Born to rot in this place that we call earth
So I’ll curse your name 'til I hit the dirt
Ayo, I spit the illest shit, coming Straight Outta Stavanger
The capital of haters, scumbags and scavengers
Monitor my musical passion like cardiovasculars
Too sick to be understood by medical examiners
Could you walk in my shoes, handle my language?
Be stuck for 10 years, keep ya sanity un-shattered?
Try strangle the anger inside when it’s gigantic
On the verge to explode in this daily madness
I grew up hated, neglected with no peace
A constant battle, give a fuck if you disagree
So go fuck yourself, if you don’t believe me
I punch you dead in ya face for claiming my life was easy
I worked my ass off just to get my paper
Remain independent but my potential is major
So suck a dick, hater, I’m too busy to lose
Because of the hustle, now could you walk in my shoes?
Could you walk… in my shoes? (Could you walk in my shoes?)
And, still fight and find the way through?
Could you walk… in my shoes? (Could you walk in my shoes?)
And, still fight and find the way through?
Born to rot in this place that we call earth
So I’ll curse your name 'til I hit the dirt
Born to rot in this place that we call earth
So I’ll curse your name 'til I hit the dirt
Imma nail myself to Jesus' cross
That’s where our strives crossed
We exchange places, faces and races
And so have our mental and physical sin
From my own blood to my next in kin
Tell me, can you replicate what I’m in
Close to the rim, don’t realize what we in
Don’t lurk, but that’s where my life’s in
I’m bad at lying, and not telling the truth
Your game has a restart button, I do not
Catch a fire, best be sure because I’m hot
Blaze ya faith with my lyrics through ya booth
It’s just the genesis of Sammaliz
I wanna give all of you intellectuals some senses
Always criticizing, I roll n' smoke all mi Sensie’s
Check this, best know that I’m the Sensei
Could you walk… in my shoes? (Could you walk in my shoes?)
And, still fight and find the way through?
Could you walk… in my shoes? (Could you walk in my shoes?)
And, still fight and find the way through?
Born to rot in this place that we call earth
So I’ll curse your name 'til I hit the dirt
Born to rot in this place that we call earth
So I’ll curse your name 'til I hit the dirt
My fist is a weapon, disconnecting any in my presence
Walk in my shoes and be dead in a split second
But in case i feel threatened
I won’t stop even in the face of Armageddon
I’ll do the unexpected if you fuck with this clapper
Like punch you so hard, I straight murder the bastard
Give you a head start to the afterlife, faster…
Than injecting steroids into an aggressive cancer
Can’t walk in my shoes, you are who are
Stop tryna be me, pay attention to the bars
I stay in the lab, produce way iller bars
And designing killer riffs on electric guitars
I cook up my own beats, and write my own shit
You wanna front on that, I leave ya fucking dome split
Feel nothing but coldness, something you can’t cope with
Go to ya funeral, refuse to give a condolence
Won’t get in my shoes, but a different solution
I’ll recommend you suicide because you utterly useless
Demented Music, the absolute true shit
Spit slang so twisted, leave you verbally clueless
Multilingual that raps with different vernaculars
Rapidly developed my faster flows, savagely
Off chart like the depths of the Bermuda triangle
Walk in my shoes? I’m too much to handle
Could you walk… in my shoes? (Could you walk in my shoes?)
And, still fight and find the way through?
Could you walk… in my shoes? (Could you walk in my shoes?)
And, still fight and find the way through?
Born to rot in this place that we call earth
So I’ll curse your name 'til I hit the dirt
Born to rot in this place that we call earth
So I’ll curse your name 'til I hit the dirt