Jax the Ripper - Made for This Shit Lyrics

There's this thing I'm meant to do
A sentence sleuth sentenced to relent to truth
One penance, two penance, who penance, you too?
Have I descended to evict the tenants who spew?
Their rent's been due, attention you,
I want no remnants of pretender tools who bend the rules,
Take ten cents from tender fools, who don't know the difference between tempered tools
And temperamental mutes who ain't detrimental to truth, I'm experimental but I was sent to brew

There are a lot of fakes hoarding it
Pick a name, different plain
Still the same plain boring shit
Elicit hate, for the illest greats
The snakes have claimed touristic
F*ckers, who don't know hunters from their claimed ornaments
Yeah, I was made for this shit
Raised me up, gave me love, split pain formed a rift
Pain split for a trip, switched lanes for a bit
Tamed it for the bliss, it's great what a gift
Man, I was made for this shit

Fakes crave I desists, stakes raised I admit
Fake plays are amiss, take names not a miss
Braved days, I persist, break legs, not persons
Stay safe, eye purses, changed ways, I'm learnin'
They hold the ground then of fame, but lame fakes can't spurt this
I'll mold the mountain range to my page, rage, unearth spit
Fake flows ain't amountin' to waves, I'm certain
Behold I'm a fountain, I was made for spurtin'
Listening saves me, the fame oracies
A hint of 'em in me, engraved for the beat
Where the real ones, that make you feel some, heal some
Is this field done? 'Cos mate, fakes all I see
Is the rap game done, where's the innate poetry?
It's a damn shame son, no more insane stories B
About the inflation in this nation, that nation, damnation
I'm impatient, so I enter to show ingrates bolder speach
I'm debatin' whether to debase 'em, erase 'em
Use the back end of my pen to render 'em faceless
Is that tasteless? I hate this, just wanna make it
Why fakes lit? They ain't real ones, just wrecked face lifts
I'm a maid for this shit, who was made for this shit
Cleaning you, sweeping you of the stage, sorting it
The indecent in pieces, I piece it, "lame story bitch"
It's just rubble, fix the puzzle, this game, sorted it

There are a lot of fakes hoarding it
Pick a name, different plain
Still the same plain boring shit
Elicit hate, for the illest greats
The snakes have claimed touristic
F*ckers, who don't know hunters from their claimed ornaments
Yeah, I was made for this shit
Raised me up, gave me love, split pain formed a rift
Pain split for a trip, switched lanes for a bit
Tamed it for the bliss, it's great what a gift
Man, I was made for this shit