Ey, I said I'm not guiltyYeah, I said I'm not guiltyYeah, I'm not guiltyDid ya fuck them sluts? Not guiltyDid you smoke them drugs? Not guiltyHomophobic in a diss track? I'm not guiltyWell, I was smoking when I did thatI'm not guiltyDid ya fuck them sluts? Not guiltyDid you smoke them drugs? Not guiltyHomophobic in a diss track? I'm not guiltyWell, I was smoking when I did thatSee, the victim owes the capitalHe's gone a bit fanaticalHe's led to something radicalCoz I am not grammaticalMy theory's anomaticalThe views are dead dramaticalFear is hypotheticalThe masses so irrationalMan, I'm bizarrely tired of fameSee it seems like a blame gameSeems like a gravy trainGrinners try and wreck my brainI'm insane, but my morals and ethics are independent from all of these petty genericsThey just keep coming and having the rebel present benevolenceGot me looking at Heaven like I'd be better off deadI might just die for the hell of itYeah, but who the fuck would it benefit?See I'm sweeping aside all the fear and the liesLike the secret assignment was sent to my doorThe secret assignment was keeping my eyes on the prizeRealise I'm just not the normKeeping their eyes on the storm that is meSo that they can keep looking and realise I'm not anything like youMy mission is freedomI'm preaching to people, can all be as oneI never killed nobody, never filled no bruzzyNever fucked that chick and never dropped no bitchin'I'm just flinchin', that is all encryptedThat's a false allegation, this is all very cysticI'm a target for these preachersAsk my father, ask my teachersHow they treat 'em, how they poke 'em, how they beat 'emLike they're holding on to secretsThey can turn into a feature in the gossip ragsFor readers all oblivious, they're idiotsYou're all fucking idiots!Worse if I did a line or a pill or a blunt or some coke or a pipe or some ket on a flightOr I fucked a Great White on a bike on the anti-shark bullying rights nightDo you hear nothing?If I've been blinded by the bright lightsI wouldn't be wearing these rings or these fresh whitesNot a high, staying hard on the right plightTell me why should I fight?I'm not guiltyDid ya fuck them sluts? Not guiltyDid you smoke them drugs? Not guiltyHomophobic in a diss track? I'm not guiltyWell, I was smoking when I did thatI'm not guiltyDid ya fuck them sluts? Not guiltyDid you smoke them drugs? Not guiltyHomophobic in a diss track? I'm not guiltyWell, I was smoking when I did thatSee the guilty Mirror tryin' to define meDefine me, they divvy under my skin but I'm actually in itBeen through all of the sinning, all of the winning, the losing, they praise me brilliantI character kill 'em, from nothing to millionsI see myself in the mirror daily and normally I'm chillin'But I can sure be a villainHe's right, I'll never be DylanI'd rather be Elvis or JimmyLife a life with no limitsBring the bucket and chill 'em, and get the weed in a-sizzlin'Blame it on my assistantAll the whispering, bickering, your dead tough twitteringYou'll always be ringside, I'm in the ringTo all of you bickering, I'm innocent, I swear I'm not guiltyI swear I'm not guiltyI swear I'm not guilty
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Ey, I said I'm not guilty
Yeah, I said I'm not guilty
Yeah, I'm not guilty
Did ya fuck them sluts? Not guilty
Did you smoke them drugs? Not guilty
Homophobic in a diss track? I'm not guilty
Well, I was smoking when I did that
I'm not guilty
Did ya fuck them sluts? Not guilty
Did you smoke them drugs? Not guilty
Homophobic in a diss track? I'm not guilty
Well, I was smoking when I did that
See, the victim owes the capital
He's gone a bit fanatical
He's led to something radical
Coz I am not grammatical
My theory's anomatical
The views are dead dramatical
Fear is hypothetical
The masses so irrational
Man, I'm bizarrely tired of fame
See it seems like a blame game
Seems like a gravy train
Grinners try and wreck my brain
I'm insane, but my morals and ethics are independent from all of these petty generics
They just keep coming and having the rebel present benevolence
Got me looking at Heaven like I'd be better off dead
I might just die for the hell of it
Yeah, but who the fuck would it benefit?
See I'm sweeping aside all the fear and the lies
Like the secret assignment was sent to my door
The secret assignment was keeping my eyes on the prize
Realise I'm just not the norm
Keeping their eyes on the storm that is me
So that they can keep looking and realise I'm not anything like you
My mission is freedom
I'm preaching to people, can all be as one
I never killed nobody, never filled no bruzzy
Never fucked that chick and never dropped no bitchin'
I'm just flinchin', that is all encrypted
That's a false allegation, this is all very cystic
I'm a target for these preachers
Ask my father, ask my teachers
How they treat 'em, how they poke 'em, how they beat 'em
Like they're holding on to secrets
They can turn into a feature in the gossip rags
For readers all oblivious, they're idiots
You're all fucking idiots!
Worse if I did a line or a pill or a blunt or some coke or a pipe or some ket on a flight
Or I fucked a Great White on a bike on the anti-shark bullying rights night
Do you hear nothing?
If I've been blinded by the bright lights
I wouldn't be wearing these rings or these fresh whites
Not a high, staying hard on the right plight
Tell me why should I fight?
I'm not guilty
Did ya fuck them sluts? Not guilty
Did you smoke them drugs? Not guilty
Homophobic in a diss track? I'm not guilty
Well, I was smoking when I did that
I'm not guilty
Did ya fuck them sluts? Not guilty
Did you smoke them drugs? Not guilty
Homophobic in a diss track? I'm not guilty
Well, I was smoking when I did that
See the guilty Mirror tryin' to define me
Define me, they divvy under my skin but I'm actually in it
Been through all of the sinning, all of the winning, the losing, they praise me brilliant
I character kill 'em, from nothing to millions
I see myself in the mirror daily and normally I'm chillin'
But I can sure be a villain
He's right, I'll never be Dylan
I'd rather be Elvis or Jimmy
Life a life with no limits
Bring the bucket and chill 'em, and get the weed in a-sizzlin'
Blame it on my assistant
All the whispering, bickering, your dead tough twittering
You'll always be ringside, I'm in the ring
To all of you bickering, I'm innocent, I swear I'm not guilty
I swear I'm not guilty
I swear I'm not guilty
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