[Verse 1: D. Lynch]
I take a step back, dressed in all black
I'm this and I'm that, come with pistols and bats
Take another puff, come lift me off to space
This the kind of shit to leave you numb in the face
Man, I'm sick of this place, y'all got paper to chase
They rolling up the block, y'all better duck and brace
Theres a beast in the streets, get the fuck out the way
Time to be a man, ain't no one saving you today
But that's the game that they play, bitch, I ain't beggin' to stay
Pay me today or you ain't never see rays
Pop another bottle, pour another shot
Mix it with some pot or you're all getting shot
The fire never burns out if I taste defeat
Bitch, I'm the reason, the sun never sleeps
Thought you figured me out, faggot, you read me wrong
Stick to the greed, you based your whole fuckin' album on
[Verse 2: D. Lynch]
Me? I got a motherfuckin' death wish
Shoot myself in the head with the gun, 2Pac was killed with
I serve your ass up something like a chef
Bitch, you eating your own motherfucking words for breakfast
Y'all think I'm stupid? (Nah) I'm just playing a long
I ain't never spitting to your wack ass song
Yo dude bro, please, don't get me wrong
I'ma lay this verse, write after I pack this bong
I bet you sing another tune when I smack your moms
Been sitting for months, it don't take that long
I guess I'm out of touch 'cause if y'all so straight laced
Then I can have an orgasm keeping a straight face
Kill me to shut me up, I won't never be through
Who the fuck is you playing dude?
You don't think I got people who love me too?
I'm D. Lynch, bitch, who the fuck are you?!
[Verse 3: Cage]
Broken up a fetus jumped in glass
I was stuck in the mattress like a bunch of cash
What you seem to know last I would know first
The gift is knowing this shit is a curse
The worst of the regime feeding
Your children to the machine through the screen
If you're lucky you made it out as a teen
Every million only one will attempt to kill the queen
Ninety nine percent will gather pollen for the team
That's like sipping champagne from a fucking canteen
I tried not to lose it but this new world I ordered is so lucid
Like Christ came back 'cause I got new music
To say you either hate or love it
I got a face you want to shoot or do a portrait of it
You lay it all out on the table at the morgue so fuck it
Still burning flowers not an ounce of guilt
Shall be the whole of law to do what thou wilt
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