Joey Zadjino – A Part Of Me Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm an anti-social teenager
Samurai soldier beat slayer
Half of my tracks get replayed as much as the beat can be able to handle it
I'm rather sick with adjectives, a pragmatist at rap & shit
Anti-philanthropist, somehow fans bewitched
Zadjino's radical standing in 1st of all battles having him
Handing in tracks that leave these legions of fangirls clamoring
Just kidding, ladies don't like me
Haters bite me, at later times be locked in the studio likely
Writing some shit that's hyphy, sight-seeing with YouTube eyes
While I'm high and tryna find a new beat but I get distracted
Think to myself that maybe I should quit rapping
And try to do something different and maybe then things will happen
Maybe then bring some stacks in, lately my mood is bad
I'm unhappy a bunch of the time, feeling happiness randomly
Pandering to no one other than myself, fuck all your expectations
Put 'em up on the shelf, lets knock some dust up
[Hook]
I got hate on my mind, a bit of love in my heart for the art
I'm tryna keep the hate from taking it apart
Cause it's a part of me, this artistry
Melodies in my arteries
It's part of me
[Verse 2]
I'm 19 having a mid-life crisis
Though it's more likely 3/4s of my probable life length
So many styles wrecked by my proverbial firebreath
Once you've heard it you'll be higher than light-weights after one toke
Most people probably think I'm a joke
Most of my friends don't think I'm good enough to support
Good enough to repost to all their friends and tell 'em to go
And share it with their friends so I can broaden my strokes
To a whole new canvas, get a whole new fan list
And a whole new standing in this rap game having
More than four people at a show who know what's up and a couple lyrics
Or at least wanna hear it and nod their head to the beat
Maybe be on their feet, get some claps going for rhythm
Get to shaking like Michael J or Americans thinking of terrorism
Fair to listen cynicism about my life, blare it in your apartment and heart it
Sing along if you're a fellow starving artist
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I'm just a terrible poet and use my music to show it
My opponents are all in need of a potion
Get your HP back up to that point when the bar gets to glowing
But you're lackin' the stamina
So you're basically half of the man that I'm pulling at half-mast
You rappers are out-classed by a kid who writes his raps up in his math class
I was always better with words than with numbers
Slow with equations, got my mind feeling all over-encumbered
Over another girl or situation that's bugging me
Probably trying to recover that puzzle piece
That made me so creative back in the days
When I didn't feel any fucking pressure to please people
I'm an anti-social teenager
Samurai soldier beat slayer
Half of my tracks get replayed as much as the beat can be able to handle it
I'm rather sick with adjectives, a pragmatist at rap & shit
Anti-philanthropist, somehow fans bewitched
Zadjino's radical standing in 1st of all battles having him
Handing in tracks that leave these legions of fangirls clamoring
Just kidding, ladies don't like me
Haters bite me, at later times be locked in the studio likely
Writing some shit that's hyphy, sight-seeing with YouTube eyes
While I'm high and tryna find a new beat but I get distracted
Think to myself that maybe I should quit rapping
And try to do something different and maybe then things will happen
Maybe then bring some stacks in, lately my mood is bad
I'm unhappy a bunch of the time, feeling happiness randomly
Pandering to no one other than myself, fuck all your expectations
Put 'em up on the shelf, lets knock some dust up
[Hook]
I got hate on my mind, a bit of love in my heart for the art
I'm tryna keep the hate from taking it apart
Cause it's a part of me, this artistry
Melodies in my arteries
It's part of me
[Verse 2]
I'm 19 having a mid-life crisis
Though it's more likely 3/4s of my probable life length
So many styles wrecked by my proverbial firebreath
Once you've heard it you'll be higher than light-weights after one toke
Most people probably think I'm a joke
Most of my friends don't think I'm good enough to support
Good enough to repost to all their friends and tell 'em to go
And share it with their friends so I can broaden my strokes
To a whole new canvas, get a whole new fan list
And a whole new standing in this rap game having
More than four people at a show who know what's up and a couple lyrics
Or at least wanna hear it and nod their head to the beat
Maybe be on their feet, get some claps going for rhythm
Get to shaking like Michael J or Americans thinking of terrorism
Fair to listen cynicism about my life, blare it in your apartment and heart it
Sing along if you're a fellow starving artist
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I'm just a terrible poet and use my music to show it
My opponents are all in need of a potion
Get your HP back up to that point when the bar gets to glowing
But you're lackin' the stamina
So you're basically half of the man that I'm pulling at half-mast
You rappers are out-classed by a kid who writes his raps up in his math class
I was always better with words than with numbers
Slow with equations, got my mind feeling all over-encumbered
Over another girl or situation that's bugging me
Probably trying to recover that puzzle piece
That made me so creative back in the days
When I didn't feel any fucking pressure to please people
