Old Self (feat. Conscience)

Ey, Ey I'm numb to the haters, this

mic is my novacaine

And you could knock my teeth out I feel no pain

I do't want glory, sometimes I want riches

But I try to let that thought bleed out with no stiches

And I be gettin' gangsta with my old self

Lookin' at him in the mirror like I hate you Je'kob

Why you can't wake up & just stop sinnin'

He wont say a word, he's just grinnin'

Cause my old self wants to take me down to hell in a hand basket. No no no

Demons on your shoulder get more comfortable with age

They chillin' like a bookmark, they keep you on that page

They only want your soul, & give you all you askin'

Fast cars, fresh clothes, robin we baskin'

In the glory, & now I feel special

First class flight seated next to the devil

And you ain't like him, that's why you back in coach

Ever notice it's the brokest cats that run around & boast

Ever notice it's the richest cats that always want a deal

Is that shirt half off? I'm tryina get a steal

I'm tryina get keep my stacks up, don't wanna burn my paper

Silly rabbit paper's gonna burn now or later

So recognize the demons & get a soft rug

You should be on your knees if you are tryina find Love

Set your feet on the rock if you are his disciple

Mans heart is wicked, the truth is in the bible

The key to survival, the key to salvation

Laugh, love, pray, have faith & stay patient

Keep your ears open, God likes to whisper

Walk through the fire no fear I'm with ya

At times I forget the combination to the safe

Have to rob my own memory bank just to reminisce

I finally found rest in this pilgrimage

With one eye open cause they will pillage your villages

Till you find a loop hole in the syllabus

Or learn to read the lips of the ventriloquist

This is poetic scripture at its finest you highness

The continuation of a saga your honor

Our father my alma mater

Cause that old persona had me spinnin' revolvers

Now I'm spinning' messages in bottles

So! whoever it points to it'll point em farther

Cause we in the day where the commentary of man

Is worth more than the voice that blue printed the lands

Thats worth more then 2 cents threw in

I hear the sound look what the wind blew in

Look what the cat of nine tails drug in

Speakin' of the devil in you

Reflections of a hypocrite look what a mirror can do

Cause thats exactly what the devil would do

Ain't it funny what a mirror can do True