Under Pressure

I am tired of spreading myself thin.
So much of me out there you can call me many men;
Is it a sin if I keep my good deeds to myself.
You don't appreciate it.
Aint you the one asking me for support?
I do this 'cause I love it;
Not for the fame.I don't get off by you calling my name.
Tired of wearing all these hats;
Coming at me sideways trying to break my stats.
You say I'm wack?
Why would you!
Just by listening to your conversation.
How could you?
I'm up here performing.
Drunk and gifted imbeciles;
Cheerleading at the wrong time.That's alarming.
Sabotaging the whole vibe;
I'm a good dude.but,I can turn that shit off.
When I don't give a shit;
Asking me for something aint it.
RESPECT the GOT DAMN MIKE!
I am a poet.I demand to be respected;
Think I am throwing slugs.It can be directed.
..As I was sayin;
I aint playin'.
Respect the got damn mike;
If not,It only right I dislike what you spit.
And a fight go wit it!
You wit it?
You want me to take a leave of absence?
that don't look right;
Me with out poetry that don't sound right.
I put too much emotion,time and hard work to just abort;
Your crew like to imply the crab effect?
Mess with me or my friends.I'LL break yo'neck!
RESPECT the GOT DAMN MIKE!
I'm Under Pressure.