i hear them saying we gotta be the next to bust
looking like a midget when you standing next to us
we gotta land a deal or plan to invest in guns
and start robbing banks if we left without the funds
F*** a corperate executive, I was born for the sensitive
cracking they heads this is morbidly exodus
storming the parliament when recording the best of this
striking with a stance and form its normal and effortless
sometimes i'm feeling like i'm standing on the edge
Sometimes I'm feeling like I'm damaged in my head
I got some venom in my lead, and I'm ending any threat
Shot myself with a gun only pretending to be dead
i'm invadin inside of yah mind,
blazin the items i find
because im outta mine so i stay
raiding the brightest of minds,
aimin to climb in and find
what make em decipher the rhyme
the type who would die for the music
taking their life to the line,
You hold a soul I sold mine, I'm frozen I won't cry
Been overdosed on old lies, Put a rope to my throat
But nope I don't die.
