Things Ain't the Same歌詞

I stay higher than racial tension, with a facial expression
Tensed up like I’m suffering from a case of nasal congestion
Eyes hazel, complexion beige, age still in question
Critics hate my tape kids can’t wait for the next one
As long as there’s rejects, my tape never e-jects the deck
That’s the level of re-spect each cd gets
While y'all are grasping at straws like me snortin' crushed aspirin
And gaspin' at air ‘n collapsin’ in malls
I’m just a realistic impression of artistic expression
Who’s tape was in the deck when the kids shot up delicatessen
So when I — launch a verse full of contra-verse
That’ll haunt you worse than Ma$e before he joined the church
Ok kids I dismiss this class I’m going back in the broom closet to sniff this gas
Umm, Mr. Mathers just missed the bathroom
Pissed his pants and the world still kissed his ass
This is my last album , this is my last Valium
Just pick my ass up when I pass out in the bathroom
If y'all don’t like this **** that you hearing then blow me ‘til your lipstick is smearin'
And I can see my **** disappearin’