Soul Decay

The dark art

Bring the pensive dub

The dub is wise

Open your eye-dem

From nineteen-long time them let loose the crackin'

The god that 'nuff praise is Sterling collapse

Eyes closed, heads bowed, I hear no prior

Proud never sing praise to the pound sign sire

Hoping that they read from their pinnacle lessons

'Nuff buy scratch cards and gain jack-shit

Nothin' ain't fair in love, strife and war

Fat cats get fat while the poor stay brass

Nothing can gwaan without racketeer

Will you live to work or will you work to live?

Will you step to the future or dwell on the past?

For what be your fight, be it colour or class?

Nuff yoot cannot ask this, their tip is me

My and I, scammin' on a fat piece of pie

And as the greed gets thicker, minds get sicker

Bloodthirsty fiends cap cocaine and liquor

[Chorus]

These streets is thick with bad cliques looking for that raise

It don't really matter how these cliques get paid

Cos we're living in the days of ill soul decay

Loose it from we body

Yippey yah

We all got to be something and somebody

We all got to find them modes to get love

But when that love for the pound starts flooding

Every thought behold! Devil disciples, caught and sold

Like my man's bouncing weed ounces and everything's nice

Then in comes the crackle, it bound to entice:

Triple dividends, new-found rank and position

But more reason to be cautious, much more to defend

Ends is meetin', criss skeets is greetin'

Bloods them never dreamed shit could feel so criss

While rollin' round the city in a brand-new Benz

Feelin' kinda dead 'cause there's cash to collect

Ego's on the boost, now that ego needs feed

Watch the devil dance, proceed as them lick up the powder

Mans start feel like Jesse West 'cause the next plan be to

Take out the middleman and make more grand

[Chorus x2]

Them roots are evil, run deep and keep runnin'

You sticka with the cunning while the war drums are drummin'

If you don't see now, you might never see

'Cause the enemy strikes with them sick-type ballistics

Sadistic, no error, in the guise of a friend

That was tight from way back, chewin' up the fat

Talkin' 'bout how we gonna keep stuff true

Through the thick through the thin, closer than the skin to flesh

But everybody has their price

When the beast strikes ain't no tellin' what will happen

Just when you were thinkin' you was in the same team

You catch the cold frowsy whiff of a snake in your midst

Bringin' blitz to your plans when he done shook hands

And said he's cool with his cut

Now he wants to cut my throat and take the whole lot

[Chorus x2]