Doors close, windows open

look into my eyes baby, tell me what you see

is there a little piece of you, in a little part of me?

your reflection in my complexion, no need to spread your infection

but if you need to be satisfied i guarantee i'm your selection

but don't get me off of on the wrong foot or impression

coz this ecstacy's got me undressing 3 lesbian freshmen

i'm the man with the plan to be the next seventy year old veteran

you the first round pick, rex, playing for the redskins

this is the way that i'm able to stay stable

when my job makes me unable to pay the bills, gotta turn off the cable

no fables, 

got too much at risk, and I just can't take my b***h

contemplated slicing my wrists just to end this bullshit

but these suicidal thoughts always come and go

just like these hoes and i knows the world is my show

so with that fact, and the f*****g weight on my shoulders

protege's a loner moving boulder's, posers, move over

you want to be a sweet mc

you want to be just like me

but you can't f*****g handle my life

so you p***y just go f**k yourself and just die

f*****g stear clear, i told you i'm a little weird

won't say queer but i'll bite your 13 y.o.'s ear!

mike tyson m**********r, could kill you

but i'd rather lather you in butter and butt f**k your mother with no rubber

let's have a slumber party, i'm slaughter factory

i've been spiking the daquaris, don't gotta mack

gonna make you, the judge, and god mad at me fast

but it's all okay as long as your white and got cash

i said it don't matter who the f**k I rape

ya'll won't do s**t like the casey anthony case

so while we're here in public

natalie woods made the grave and dug it

i threw caylee in with a carpet, just to be rugged

eyes all bugged from drugs, emptying slugs in gay clubs

and then i forgot about how much i used to give a f**k

but this one s**t turned me nuts, she made the protege

and like the herpes i gave you, i'm never going away!

 

you want to be a sweet mc

you want to be just like me

but you can't f*****g handle my life

so you p***y just go f**k yourself and just die

so i go into the booth just to spit my truth

here it is, i'll prove, i will never lose

i'm not black or a hood star

don't drive a fly car, or got one at all, in fact, 

i ran that m**********r into a bank

when i was drunk and i f*****g ate

like 78 some painkillers like a caged gorilla

now this fame is my filler

since i was 6 i been saying that nobody is iller

we shutting your business down like some bad salmonella 

your saying that you real could be one hundred times realer

you fake, you're cgi, just imitating

but everyone knows there's just nothing like the f*****g real thing 

supreme, protege underground king

don't nobody f*****g sound like me

and that's my name

protege

Reviews

[Black]

Wow,
but i think it would be better as a song then a poem
*makes up a melody with it*
I''m in love!
Well i''m sorry.... i prolly wasn''t supposed to do that
but well, it sounds familiar,
and it could be an awesome song,
the flow is nice
the words are nice
nice rhyms
nice sentences,
it would just fit .. .
I''m sorry if i offended you

[Hunter Zabbai]

no
this is a song of course
don't be offended, i take compliments