Hell Is Around the Corner

I stand firm for our soil Lick a rock on foil So they juice me, seduce me Dress me up in Stüssy Hell is 'round the corner where I shelter Isms and schisms, been living helter skelter If you believe or deceive, common sense says you shouldn't receive Let me take you down the corridors of my life And when you walk, do you walk to your preference? No need to answer 'til I take further evidence I seem to need a reference to get residence A reference to your preference to say I'm a good neighbour, I trudge So judge me from my labour Lobotomy ensures my good behaviour The constant struggle ensures my insanity Passing the ignorance ensures the struggle for my family We're hungry, beware of our appetite Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight The kill which I share with my passengers We take our fill, take our fill, take our fill I stand firm for our soil Lick a rock on foil So they juice me, seduce me Dress me up in Stüssy Confused by different memories Details of Asian remedies Conversations of what's become of enemies My brain thinks bomb-like So I listen he's a calm type (as I grow) And as I grow, I grow collective Before the move, sit on the perspective Mr. Quaye lay in the crevice And watches from the precipice Imperial passage Heat from the sun somedays slowly passes Until then, you have to live with yourself Until then, you have to live with yourself I stand firm for our soil Lick a rock on foil So they juice me, seduce me Dress me up in Stüssy Hell is 'round the corner where I shelter Isms and schisms, been living helter skelter If you believe or deceive, then common sense says you will receive Let me take you down the corridors My brain thinks bomb-like Bomb-like My brain thinks bomb-like Bomb-like My brain thinks Bomb-like Beware of our appetite