misjudge

Sorry I misjudged you Guess I got no reason to mistrust you So I'll hold off on you... and just you Everybody else I'm a bust dude I'm tired of provin' myself again and again Only to have some talentless fool comin' at me thinkin' they gon win I'm a wiz wit' a pad and a pen And to question me? Well that's a sin Especially when these suckas caint rap I've faced a few who's lyrics didn't sound like crap But other than that Most of 'em's been totally wack So, again forgive me, I got much family luv Aint no better apology I could think of Yeah, ICP has changed, but I still hold 'em up Forks up, forks down is what I'm talkin' about, what