: Look at how blinded you?ve become You couldn?t even see my fist till it was fucking up your face I?m tired of all your fucking up Your negativity
what you wish for! (Verse 1) I stuck my dick in this game like a rapist, they call me Slim Rothelsberger I get beserker than a fed up post office worker
high as a bitch: up, up and away Man, I come down in a couple of days OK, you want me up in the cage, then I'll come out in beast mode I got this world
(Mood)] Yo, move recite chapters Rappers write scripts for actors Don't rap about the facts, till they attack the catch Handcuff the shackel, stand up
as a bitch, up, up and away, man, I come down in a couple of days Ok, you want me up in the cage then I'll come out in beast-mode I got this world stuck
Where I was born, nothing is promised My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus Omega marks the ending of predictability, birth
wasn't for you Then none of this is for nothing It's all for nothing It's all for nothing It's all for nothing If it wasn't for you None of this would
Showbiz and this is what we gonna do Give you some now, save some for later Here's a portion, ayo Show, kick the flavor Record labels try and juice me, for what? For
comes left set up upon the Lamebrain You can't tame the beast, the beast can't be changed Have to smash the system, wisdom rearranged Slavery claimed
So I lay deaths cousin, woken by the sonics of the beast That somewhere deep beneath me a fracture had seized at my neck Breath was it, a flag that marked
It's not the usual situation of the average media lies True Revelation that comes to every nation True Revelation that comes to every nation The future that is coming up holds new hope for
against the serpent Hides nothing, from north to south, but a call for chastisement The sins of men will stink more than a pestilence before God... What a balm for
the cover of Revolutionary Volume 2 they watchin you for national past time believe me I?ll be red flagged for the last line pull down the lockdown for
(mood)} Yo, move recite chapters Rappers write scripts for actors Don't rap about the facts, till they attack the catch Handcuff the shackel, stand up
would die for you Climb the highest mountain Baby, there's nothing I wouldn't do I was standing All alone against the worlk outside You were searching For
Something you really know nothing about. I bought her a drink. but who would ever think? It was 300 marks for champagne. Typical set up, pay or be beat up
life is just... The world was... It was just crumblin' (ha, that's messed up dog, haha) God came down to reach for everbody (is he here, is he here) There's nothing
