The day after the night before. Remember nothing as I face the floor. A pounding headache a smell of death. I guess it must be my own breath. . Remember girls.
Chorus:. I rock the mic at any party. And in the place to be. I'm a true, true fresh mc. I'm a true fresh mc. . I work real hard to achieve my goal. From building and bringing out my true inner soul.
What I'm about to flow on is so dope. The average hip hop fiend couldn't cope. Or explain my style because it's hard to define. So the fiend scratch and think and nod to the rhyme.
Those were the days, back in junior high. For an 8th grader, my style was kinda fly. And just to prove I was an mc pro. I often sponsored a classroom show.
[S. Laird / K. Bachman / J. Daub / J. Winters]. . [INTRO: THE BIRTH]. . [MOVEMENT I: THE LIE]. . The fruit from the tree was so pleasing to my eye. The serpent said that I would not die.
[K. Bachman, J. Daub, D. Baddorf, H. Kraft]. . When evil men advance to devour my flesh. When enemies attack, their will to oppress. When bloody wars break loose and armies draw near.
Am I decided or out of luck?. . How many chances do I get before my head explodes?. What's going on?. . What's going on?. When I look into the mirror there's another god.
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Three thirty in the morning. Not a soul in sight. The city's looking like a ghost town. On a moonless summer night. Raindrops on the windshield. There's a storm moving in.
And you neglected, I called you out, "Don't please.". I said, "We're stronger than this now!". You resurrected mistakes, years past, it seemed.... And they exist to still haunt you!.
Same time, the exact same place. You've got the uniform on so cliché. What a waste of my time. . You are all the same. Destroy the name. . Disgrace, or did you forget.
Packing your things and you storm through the house, and. No I can't take it, I just want to end it.. All I can think: you look good when you're angry.
I've watched the days pass. One by one until the fall of man. And seen the cynics feed the jaded. Merely scraps and bones. . The kingdom shaken. It's foundation nearly turned to sand.
I will not give in to fascist beliefs. And I am not a fool. I will not let pride in my core be rooted out. I will stand firm on my beliefs. Live life the master of my destiny.
I secretly crave, crave that scent again. Still feel it pressing on me now. Now with the onset, my flesh is weakening. I steel my nerves for temptations at hand again.
I am the waiting one it seems. I am the waiting one it seems. Days grow somber quickly. Now how the quiet is release. And I feel so lonely. How did you think I would feel?.
Not close, it's time to move on. Just one last time and I'm gone. Keep telling myself that it's fun to control. . And that's a lie I did well know. I'll return to the scene of the crime.
If you've been wondering. Just what is made of [?]. A generation unsolved. . My father' father. May God rest his soul. He told me something you should know.
Could blood not be so sweet or flow enough to sustain. Two hundred nine tomorrow's rise and I'm alone again. Please not this way so sweet on my tounge it burns away.
And how I love you, I should let you go. Strike your name from my mind. Should I succeed. Empty space filled with "might have been". . Wronged and I fall.