[Verse 1: SVB]
They spoonfeed us these four notions:
They tell you to continue slow hoping and show devotion
Even when you're heartbroken and your chest is ripped apart open,
So I'll save you the nights of dark moping
By speaking the part not spoken
Question everything they tell you
According to them we're all going to hell, dude
Cus we're all sinners, within us only darkness
We're all part this world that's so heartless
But listen, there's a cry for help in all my criticism
Everyone I pass has only got menace in 'em
But I'm trapped in a prison of cynicism
Cus I lost faith in a God above
The same time I lost faith in love
But I'd hate to lose faith in myself next
Vexed by this world I'm all that I got left
Somebody save me: I'm 101 Dalmatians
Where's my salvation?
Where's my saviour? Where's my Saint Christ?
I'm so sorry 'bout my behaviour man it ain't right
[Verse 2: Caesar Reid]
I'm a GI Joe, I'm up in action, man, fresh out the box
But you should not expect I Fort the school of Hard Knox
My mind is at a loss whilst I'm thinking at all costs
And I'm thawing out my brain from it's rhyming virgin frost
Missing lessons like this happens when you're searching for a sentence
It's a risk that I'll take whilst I'm looking for my essence
I Dont wanna deal in disses, I just wanna say I earned this
My intentions endless like my parental dependence
Looking out for my descendants while I'm in my adolescence
And I juggle that with my university attendance
I'm a modest guy my presence ain't a present
But I'll do my best to woo you with my patience and my pleasance
Had to overcome the fear of putting pen to paper
And does this labour mean I have to fake a new behaviour?
Heed the warnings of the kids before me, watch their falling and their glory, write my story, no conforming to the same old way of talking
Ask the Senate I just heard they made a new decree
I am Augustus looking like it's 31BC
This track's my Tony and it's mine to defeat
So please greet the arrival of the new age Caesar Reid
[Verse 3: Sdottheghost]
Got my cross to bear but my psyche raised me not to care
Quit the fags but lips still sag
My lungs still feel like litter bags envision that
It still lingers on my fingers and my nostril hair
From clouds that move across the air
People offer hostile stares and gossip with a gospel flare
I've been in the box with squares tryna make the circles turn
Laying raps on tracks that fall like ashes fall on earth from urn
Preferred to than work food, surf through
These nerd zoos and curse you with bird flu
I heard you concerned with the words that I blurt to
Vulnerable minds, constable I'm at the front of line
I'm hungry as the kind of cunt that's inclined if you struggle to rhyme
To let you huddle in the rubble behind
I do perverted actions but I got the words to back them
I'm Ian Curtis, I'm Curtis Mayfield, I'm Curtis Jackson
I blurt distractions with the statements I make
Maybe risk it take the biscuit fam I'm taking the cake
[Verse 4: Shaewoo the Barbarian]
Yo. I be that real OG bad boy, yeah boi, destroy
When I'm in the place your poise be quick to change; it's like coins
Your choice to get joint, disjoint
When I'm on the mic: I bring joy, fill the void
The game ain't been the same
Since the days Damon and Jay and Kanye made Rocafella
So I'm out to save the lost era
Rockin' them shows at the Coachella
To make the mozzarella mo' better
Emcees should know better
Can't kill this, real shit, we built it
On a foundation, we're a nation of pilgrims
We are gorilla cus we peel whigs
Feel the bliss when I spill ill skills
They take pills like Codeine. Poetry is dope; they blow trees
See the comparison flows be
The reason they rap for but they don't reach
Barely hit the backboard but I ball
It's my court like Kobe
Yup, ya know me: Original OG
Expose foes like hoes strippin' their clothes
There's no killing these bohemes, please
[Verse 5: Tourke]
The hammer flies down to smash the seed into the ground
Bone dry scenery was easily crowned a waste town
Look around, the only sound is the rattle of the snakes,
Be proactive, slay that racket for your first meal in two days
Factory plants radioactive with the sky used as their attic,
All within the bad guy plans to store more greenhouse gases
Burnt out chassis of a rusty Audi crumbles as we pass it
Destroying dark molasses, people mumble about the chances
Ain't that sour, when the stem looks to climb up like a tower
Devoured with no imported water it slaughtered the flower
And if you cower in that hour you will die,
Crispy brown leaves can barely face the sky, living in cacti shadows
Spikes defense meant rest against the light,
Right where the corpses of horses are left to die
Make it right, it was two days since I started to hallucinate
Rubbing limes in my eyes, and all I can taste is toothpaste,
Look, wait!
[Verse 6: Versatyl]
Reflections in the water distorted by skimming stones
Woken from my devotion by rocks that this kid is throwing
My jotter holds hymns and poems, modern day Negro spirituals
As the park bench becomes a throne, this is a regal citadel
Former glory restored, like my mommas stories described
Mighty warrior tribe, splendour and pride
Fire flickers throwing embers in the sky
As we remember our ancestors, that's the sentiment tonight
Golden page marked by the penmanship of scribes
I leaf over, suddenly I feel colder as a leaf blower's
Cheap motor invades the dream, replacing scenes of
Sacred themes, with its jaded screams, displacing me from
My heavenly reverie, sending me back to the park bench
I will treasure these memories
Until they bury me, and I reside in the sky
Besides these titans with pride
[Verse 7: Bill the Butcher]
More is lost in indecision than the wrong decision,
So it's time the NAS got up and adjusted our position
Cos we start shit like a set of keys in the ignition
As the Sky Falls alongside our Road to Perdition,
When the butcher jumps on the mic
Lyrical venom takes the spotlight,
As I get the crowd hype, people feeling ready to fight
Like they were Suge Knight, I'm a tiger poised to bite,
I'm running things like Azfar, an emperor like Joshua,
Make tracks like Versatyl, the real one no fucking imposter (that makes sense)
Cos this is a mic massacre, get ready to tremble
Bend your knees and bow down to the temple
Of my mind, as I align, rhyme after rhyme
Bar after bar, off top most of the time,
I was looking for Tourke (yeah) beef but all I found was horse meat (oh)
A couple Molly's and a shit load of morphine (drugs are bad)
Cos I'm rare like SVB (yeup)
Leave you in dirt the size of a landfill
We ain't gonna take shit, the opposite of Charlie Sheen's nostrils (winning)
