lookin' when I'm blasting I'm a nut and drinkin' Hennessey And gettin' high on tha lookout for my enemies Don't wanna die, tell me why? 'Cause this stress is
an eyeball watching you who are the werewolves talking to the moon is red and its big as hell so the streets are alive and I'm by myself this is Delray
thieves Where vendors cop the stolen citrus out they pyramids Merry without a slapstick mavericks plugged directly to 3rd rail surges Piss on electric mayhem through city
is vagabond My name is angel My name is century My name is hunter My name is sunburst My name is wildfire My name is scrutinize My name is basic My name
Honour and a loud thirst submersed in a trap Little drummer boy verse' thunderclap In a city of garbage, tryin' to reap the harvest Adaption is the
world I hated, Everything I left behind. I don't need you, and I don't want you, World that left me blind. This world is for the taking, This world is
what's to come While I'm chanting incantations Stay away and don't play with this You'll never understand And you never understood This is not death -
with Rule it was a gun in this bitch Now I expose how scary you niggaz is And when you want the bis My brick city outlaws' a bury you niggaz I'm so cool
my pops, your poppa was a rolling stone Wherever he put his gun, that was his home You see me in the zone, but no it's not the twilight Nigga this is
you feel and deal wit this 'Cause I'm dangerous, I come real wit this And packing and strapping, it goes along wit the rapping By any means necessary, you can't get buried
but I be Foamed out And all she want is more bags, but all I want is more 1s I told her "Bring that money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's Cory
[fiend] All I follow is the jones as I reminisce Reminisce take chance as I remember this I was fifteen, anti fiend Never thought I'd make it to music
no man breach the gate to this most blasphemous of halls Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become a slave to this
this Child's beck and call For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep.. The monastery stood towering above the ruined city It shadowed all the new
is my main concern I'ma get back to New York in one piece But I'm bent in the sand that is hot as the city streets Sky lights up like fireworks blind
for the car jackers, but no haps 'cause I pack a tech 9, plus a ak-47, send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven, peep, nigga I don't sleep, bury
, vicodin, powder Ari, haze, diesel, sour Dust Juice, Lucy's, turbans, kufi's Hand guns is petite the shotties is doofy Tellin' in is not nice, lot of niggaz got life Everything is