Lyrics
Red Faktion Verse 1 – The Red Faktion Verse
Let me see you make the transition as I have
From Underworld to Overworld, college honors rollin’ the ave
My artillery’s gleamin’ perfectly legal, entrusted with state secrets
I stays posted to bulletins, national security matrix
Our legion is schemin’ like Swordfish, I’m like Don Cheadle
357, 50 caliber twin Desert Eagle
You can’t see any of this, on a need to know basis
Public surveillance and AI, scannin’ millions of faces
We’re hidden in the shadows, all black with slight traces of bandanas in red
I rocks a ninja mask and military watch cap on my head
We’re in action, blazin’ with gats and…
Advanced calculus, (if you’re such a genius then) do the simple subtraction
Of enemies, our foes get hemmed up and ensnared
Like Sun Tzu, the Art of War, none of our agents are scared
Cuz! Our hearts are black and pump crimson maroon
I’m in that cherried up Blazer at night, stars and moon
Is all that you will see before we swarm like storm troopers
But we’re not the Gestapo, we’re hackers and snoopers
Divided from blue team, we’re red team, test defenses
Bionic enhancements, hoppin’ stadium fences
Call up my contacts in E-Town (EVT), Chi-Town and Be-attle
You feel me? Fuck a ‘Sea’-Town, now go ahead and tattle
Chorus
I don’t give a fuck how many kats you got out on the block
I don’t give a fuck how many kats you got sittin’ on the rock
McNeill AKA ‘Mack’ Neil...
Island I’ve been to Walla Walla, Monroe and I’m trained to kill
Red Faktion Verse 2 – The Just as Cold You Verse
I gives a fuck about your rap videos
Your stupid hos, you’re bimbos
Your vixens and I’d rather read Charles Dickens
You suck and I don’t embrace your ignorance, you’re stupid like chickens
I don’t care how many records you’ve sold, whether platinum or gold
Or, all the people you’ve told you’re bold, truth is your message is old
Foolish people will listen to anything, worship any king
But not me, I bow to no man or woman or any clan, I do my own thing
Producer, wannabe security officer, soldier or presidency
Disrespect me, get disrespected
Try to get your clown on, you get corrected
I’ll make quadrillion dollars, colonize twenty different planets
And never will I idolize your Beyonces and Janets
Or street thugs with mean mugs, they turn to mold
Whoever thinks I’m a square, (you had better realize) I can be just as cold
Two can play at your game, you’re elementary lame
I’ll pay kids with big dicks to fuck your wife just the same
We’ll entice her with riches beyond your own stature
Scatter you into anti-matter
Transform you back into stardust
Chorus
I don’t give a fuck how many kats you got out on the block
I don’t give a fuck how many kats you got sittin’ on the rock
McNeill AKA ‘Mack’ Neil...
Island I’ve been to Walla Walla, Monroe and I’m trained to kill
Red Faktion Verse 3 – The Epos* Verse
If you only knew what drives me, fuels my fire, gets me on a rampage
You don’t know my (true) capabilities in the biological age
Haters are still in the space age, information age, whereas, my skills are meta
(Beyond) You’re thinkin’ tera bytes, I’m thinking ‘peta’
You don’t know me, (then if you think you do) what’s my favorite color?
Sports, musician, food, actor, not even my mother
Knows, therefore, I’ll tell you this
Enemies spin into outer darkness for eternity and rest in piss
I fuckin’ hate the guts of suckas who proclaim
That they run the universe and that they dictate the game
What do they (really) embody? I’ll have my revenge
Upon everything that I stand for, yet some thought to impinge
I am the real Splinter Cell
I keep it pushin’ like a Duracell
And I’m the last warfighter that they should have ever tried to cross
Neither do I glorify drugs like Rick Ross
I gives a rat fuck boy! Send you a decoy…
Turns out (to be) a predator drone full armed and ready to destroy
My straps are locked and loaded on enemies
Plus, I employ e
