Neon Disciple - Fuck 'Em Lyrics

To the ones who count me out
And pray this won't work out
(F*ck 'em)
To the ones who scream loud
With nothing to talk about
(F*ck 'em)
To the ones who always doubt
That I'll figure my shit out
(F*ck 'em)
To the ones who don't reach out
'Till I got something to hand out

I'm like a rat in a cage seething with rage
And it all comes out when I hit the stage
Bright lights leave me in a blinding daze
You're all getting a piece of what I have to say
So forget yesterday, focus on today
These dark days might never fade
F*ck what you say, let's play a game
I've checked and this was a checkmate
F*ck your mind state on my life's pace
I'm moving slow and steady in a fast lane
That's a passing phase, it'll be okay
'Till I've found my way through this hurricane
With no shelter in sight, I'm used to the rain
It's Seattle in my head every minute of the day
While I navigate this space that I've claimed
Never felt I belonged in any place
F*ck your hate, it's so misplaced
Just stay in your own f*cking lane
The f*ck did you say? I can't hear you lames
Over the sound of my demons tap-dancing away
That clique you claim is just a way
For you to hide from the loneliness engrained
Don't need a co-sign, I'll pave my own way
Rather die an unknown than be a cliche
Rather dine alone than at a table with snakes
Who are looking for a meal that's not on a plate
I've got a lot on my plate, I don't need your praise
It's worth about two cents anyway
I've got something to say, you won't like it okay?
I'm f*cking deranged, and that's okay
I'm not a waste of space despite what you say
My dreams are worth the chase no matter how far I stray

To the ones who count me out
And pray this won't work out
(F*ck 'em)
To the ones who scream loud
With nothing to talk about
(F*ck 'em)
To the ones who always doubt
That I'll figure my shit out
(F*ck 'em)
To the ones who don't reach out
'Till I got something to hand out
(F*ck 'em)

F*ck your gimmicks, that shit's tired
F*ck your co-signers, I'm not inspired
F*ck the ones who doubted seeing fire
While the house is in flames and I'm holding the lighter
I shouldn't feed on these fake f*cks who creep
You're just a snack to me, can't you see?
I'm on the hunt looking for something real to eat
You weak mouthed f*cks left me hungry
Oh my god, that shit's damnable
If you come at me you're gonna meet Hannibal
Don't ever sleep on the animal
Didn't anyone tell you not to feed the cannibal?
See you all leeching off this scene
Like you're all goin' for a murder spree
Sacrificed your GOAT for Spotify stream
I'm the Baphomet so bend your goddamn knees

I am livid, searching for a figment
Within a vision to sterilize my critics
My kindred are damn near nonexistent
Can you envision the energy in my entrance
I am hellish, nothing to embellish
Within a marriage of mediocre metrics
My intentions are to circumvent the eccentric
To embody hope through the outing of a heretic

You mouth off like you're King Bitch
But can't talk or walk for shit
The way you rap's laughable at best
If hip-hop's dead you're the reason for it
Know Biggie and Pac, but what of the rest?
90's are dead, quit that throwback shit
You want a golden age then you gotta create it
Do you actually believe in the shit you spit?
This won't end well so buckle up kid
If you wanna get off wait for the cliff
We all fall from the top straight into the abyss
If you want it bad you gotta loosen your grip
Take a step back to work on it a bit
So when the next song hits it doesn't quit
Three minutes in and you're pissed
Cuz I had the guts to call you out on it

To the ones who count me out
And pray this won't work out
(F*ck 'em)
To the ones who scream loud
With nothing to talk about
(F*ck 'em)
To the ones who always doubt
That I'll figure my shit out
(F*ck 'em)
To the ones who don't reach out
'Till I got something to hand out
(F*ck 'em)

F*ck 'em
F*ck 'em
F*ck 'em
F*ck 'em
F*ck 'em