Drowning in shit From the evil force Deep in the bottomless pit You're falling, falling Remove all the fear From the shimmering sight You will see everything
Looking ahead Watching my empire Go up in flames I'm walking on thin ice Look at my hands They are covered in grease Just pay in cash, if you know what
Dangerous lies about my life Crawling up behind my back Pitiful eyes looking down on me Carefully they rip my flag Take me to the room Where the weak
Guilt will embrace your soul With two hands around your neck You try to scream but your throat is too dry They give you no answers They just stare with
Sky-high income A place in the red sun Depend on the big gun To play in the big run You pay, I stay One day, I pray Hypocrisy in the land of the free
Searching for shelter My brain is on ice I'm scared of my own thoughts I can hear them cry The come creeping through the back door They shatter my eyes
Pride gives to power To fight those who break it Washing the dirt off With blood from the pay-off Suppress he fee of crime Or we'll be out of time Watching
Thrown to the lions By forceful demands Rupture your pride With the sword in your hand Eating the raw meat With greedy delight Hunt down the bastards
Holding your head high Against the red sky Stretching out to reach It's time to show your face Sending out your men To defend your pride This is the
Faces kill fear Walls promote destruction Anyway here is the chemical seduction Let it go Just let it go Nosecandy My brain is dissolving Nosecandy Nosecandy
Beating out the force in you He will not stop Until you beg him This red meat attraction Is reason for action To end this obsession Of brutal deception
I'm in the darkness Chasing fear But there is only one thing I can't get near It's breathing down My fragile neck I can taste it's salty sweat It's getting
Flight 232 heading for destruction Unaware of heir destiny They didn't get the instructions Counting the dead Scattered in the cornfield They ended up
Them silly beef raps, now they on another level, level I grew up on a crop side, the New York Southside Stayin alive was no jive Standin on the strip
Shorty stuck in the game still slingin? weight None of that's yo? life that ten in the brown For XL six or seven fo? pound Suede seats is hot but Italian leather
ride for it, we do time for it (Our mans die for it all our moms cry for it) Faul Monday & Germ put your stripes on it [Germ's Verse] Yo, Yo Some niggas
: Figure hanging on a leather band Cog consults the watch he cups in his hand Bejewelled movement measures lost and vanished time Pray for the boy who
those dips Straight line for the strip Shining those dips Straight line for the strip Passing like knives Short cut on our lives Shining those dips Straight line for the strip