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(verse 1 - Natti)Arctic perspiration, heartless and impatientNo angel just a devil from shoulder to shoulder pacinFillin my gaze with hate, eyes cold as Alaskan basementsAim at rappin clay targets while labels move like the MasonsI hang around outside of their building amonst the vagrantsDangerous as loaded stainless, Majority versus minorityCool as Cube's bat cocked back at the PriorityWarning the flashlight cops to stop where they standAs I proceed to beat the publishing up out of this manI tell him get the fuck upThey yellin how could he stand?I don't expect him to, bitchI pound him close to the landLouisville Slugger cover every inch of his noggin bobbinWith every strike, askin what Heaven likeThe reverend might, when he visit that isIf his spirit is near itBut if you yell toward Hell he'd hear it more vividBut I'm under slumber, you get it? to live it I'd have to let you all(verse 2 - Deacon)Once upon a time I seen it clearer than the bluest dayGot off in some crimes, seen that line turn bluish greyQ&A with self about murder, pussy & politicsWord around hte world is money and I want all of itLetras de cancionesWOrld crooked like St. Ides, eye's acknowledge thisJust ask them Virginia Tech college kidsWhile ya'll wait for apologies, I'm low like a foxGet between me and yo rocks and I'll put yo ass in a boxI feel the odds favor robbin a world without GodMoney's the language of humanity, gimme Visa cardsI need ya cash and ya car, before I smash ya facadeOrwatch this classic toy make you collapse to the sodUnder the yard boySince a child these thoughts lurkin in my shadowsI heard em placin wagers on how well I'd face my battlesAccelerate to adult, failed but never falteredI'm standing upon rock that'd make powder out Gibralter(verse 3 - Kno)Fumblin with a sweat on my fingers, something impetuous lingersBecome infected with feeling so I'm electing this eveninTo end my life without reason cus I'm indicted for treasonClosin my eyes and I'm leakin, drag the knife til I'm bleedinCus its light that I'm seeking, feels only right that I'm meetinWith Jesus seeking redemption but he don't need my repentanceFor he who feels my intentions sees that my deepest depressionIs feeding me to these demons that lurk and feed on my essenceThe pain is deep in my chest and I keep repeatin my blessinsEver since a meek adolescence that saw me beaten by freshmenParents repeatedly sentenced, heroin needles on dressersThey used to feed their infection, I can't repeat indescretionsSo I pause for reflection, long for honest affectionAnd gettin lost in the music is only soothin for stretchesCus if you knew where my head is, when I'm doing these recordsYou'd never listen to my music again, I can't let you From Letras Mania