Doing battle with the beast. This is what happens in the mind of us straight and narrow walking males when we are tempted.
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This is what I live for. This is what I am dying for the love of. Yahweh.
Story behind the song
This is a pure example of how the battle in the mind goes down for a man who's trying to walk straight. Satan never gives up and alwways returns to try again.
Lyrics
Toxicity
Written by Mike Boston & Guevara
Produced by Gene
[INTRO](Guevara)
How’d they trick us dogg?
They said, “keep your eyes on the prize”, but it’s more like a bait.
Convenience is a killer of will. That’s why we’re...
[VERSE 1](Guevara)
Fully consumed by those that’s
Strummin’ the strings of Hades.
Maybe I could beat it. That means I’m playin’ with demons:
Breathing the toxic air that was dropped for our enjoyment.
We fulfill it like it’s an omen.
We ain’t Roman, but still praise the golden.
Formin’ a bogus pact with those who lack
The true souls to get us back
To the original stance we had with God!
It’s all a facade, a scarred happiness
A Harlequin to make you grin.
A colorful sadness that only madness can create.
Just to come & ravage our chest plate
And damage the best base. Stealin’ the beat within.
I’ve been meaning to speak with HIM about it
But I get lost, so I’m still drowning.
Frownin’ about how I can’t get beyond the material bliss.
It’s like a stab with a kiss!
Only noticed when getting a jist of the
TRUE CONSCIOUSNESS.
And I know that is all that exists
But my mind stays up in braids...All up in a twist!
Keepin it crisp, HE said,
“Stay calm in the mist and I will never forget”
So now I walk with a gift.
[BREAK](Mike)
Maaaaan I don’t even know about all that right there.
You gon’ have to come harder than that, sun-dun.
Pass me that right there, right quick though...
[VERSE 1](Mike)
You couldn’t see me in 3-D with 4 T.V.’s
Huh, believe me, I’ll bleed you & seize your seed
Got power over Sheol & daiaam she cold
But I need souls to feed her
And YOU know...
Mephistopheles’ the name, Yo whasSUP Guevara.
Fi don’t get’chu I clip you & DUN ya DADA
Tight grin, teef bleedin’
Exctasy trip teaser. Real bad case of dyskinesia.
Fearmonger.
Give ya moms da middle finger
From otha side of the river
For loving you as the sinner you are. HYPOCRITE!
Hittin’ Miss Hirohito Mosquito in Ocho Rios
Despues pedir perdon de Dios (sheeesh)
Warbugs everywhere storin’ up heavy tears
And every year take a trip up those pyramid stairs.
Politics is the combination of every religion
And religion is the opiate of everyone in ‘em. Syeaah.
[BREAK](Guevara)
Damn ...I’m scarred but I stand.
Now it’s time for the man to rise again in the Light of HIS.
(So) Who wants to hear a slow, conscious rhyme, poetic prose...
So then I...
[VERSE 2](Guevara)
Rose to the occasion! Facing critique and words that’s flagrant.
Harshness straight from a basement, cold & dirty.
But hardly worthy of my attention.
Somebody’s ventin’, sending negative E.
It’s reaching me but I’m protected.
My mind’s relentless and always directed into the LUZ.
Carry the cruz started by JESUS who passed the juice of life.
Three stripes I’m taught to represent. Boston life has got me spent.
Sent into a new dimension. Tight as ~~~~ feels like tension.
Stressed but blessed. So what’s your weapon?
Again he’s steppin’ into the cypher...
(Mike)
Maaaan I’ll hand you to the lifers ‘til you lifeless.
Filing for FICA in a friend’s trust, hemmed up.
Stifled in the belly of my men’s gut. THEN WHAT?!?!?
(Guevara)
...Then I pray with no delay. Confine my thoughts in a way
That only GOD will hear the claims and relay just like a ray
To make a shame of your physique. That’ll be my peace.
Abstract but it slays the beast. ‘Cuz HIS word is chief!
[BREAK](Mike)
You don’t love me no more.
You don’t love me no more.
You don’t love me no more. Ahhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrgggggh!
[VERSE 2](Mike)
I keeps it real here.
But’chall insist in call me a liars.
From B-hats to 3-daps & Baptizm by Fire.
Always beggin for some more, never leave nothin left
Chu’ gonna cry now..waaaah, I thought’chu pose2 be blessed?
Sounds like you could use a little lovin there skeeter.
How’s about a blind date with Katrina or Rita.
Kind of girls you can’t forget but hard to wanna remember.
And give knockout blows from Summer’s
