HBA Week 2. http://www.hiphopscenes.com Lyrics as well as the concept are both posted to help listeners follow along. One verse and hook, might want someone else to jump on the next verses.
The concept is that I (the person in the first verse) is america. I am talking to all of mankind. A foreshadowing of my demise.
I was born out of hatred born from the sacred
Deaths of many men who never thought that I could make it
It's promised - that if I made one I would brake it
My homage - you better give it or I'll take it
I can see through the soul of every human cuz it's naked
Everyday all the time I rescript ways to rape it
I fake it, cuz I know knowone will say shit
And even if they do, that shit'll never make sense
That's what's wrong with the logic of the predator
They don't know that, in my pockets are, the senators
The editors of freedom, who, claim to be baptists
They deserve to get slain on their matress'
But no one has the courage to aim for the practice
Maime all them, framing them, blame on them bastids
Dear John Letter - you can stop all the fussin
You were here before me, but after me there's nothing
Blood, Guts - I against I
Understand when I say you will die when I die
Mud, Cuts - there's the timeline
The Protocal for progress is filled with white lies
Blood, Guts - I against I
Understand when I say you will die when I die
Mud, Cuts - there's the timeline
The Protocal for progress is filled with white lies