[Lindel]

"Infinite"

Aw, yeah (It's like this, like this)
It's Eminem baby, back up in that motherfucking ass
('Til forever, 'til forever)
One time for your motherfucking mind
(For MCs, MCs)
We represent the 313
You know what I'm saying?
Yo they don't know shit about this
For the '96

Ayo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxing, the zany-acting maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
You look insanely wack when just a fraction of my tracks runs
My rhyming skills got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind and chill your spine like siren drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with spray that disinfects
And twisting necks of rappers 'til their spinal column disconnects
Put this in decks and check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist 'em up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
This is the season for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more car tunes than animation
My lamination of nar-er-ration
Hits a snare and bass in a track for duck rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be staring gazing
I turn the stage into a barren wasteland
I'm infinite

You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it
I'm infinite

Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense in your elite defense
I got some meat to mince, a crew to stomp and then two feet to rinse
I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands around this microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper than a Jeep full of people
MCs are feeble, I came to 'cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MCs and stand the lonely one
Imitator, intimidator, stimulator, simulator of data, eliminator
There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces
My a cappella releases classic masterpieces through telekinesis
It eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be infinite

You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it
I'm infinite

Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever since
My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all responsibility
'Cause there's a monster real in me that always wants to kill MCs
Mic nestler, slamming like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric-smuggling embezzler
No one is specialer, my skill is intergalactical
I get cynical act a fool then I send a crew back to school
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather let a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy
In fact I can't see, or can't imagine
A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratching
So this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam
Plus the man who never had a plan B
Be all you can be, 'cause once you make an instant hit
I'm tensed a bit and tempted when I see the sins my friends commit
I'm infinite

You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it
I'm infinite
You heard of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments
Now I'm trying to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it
I'm infinite

'95, '96 ('96)
And on and on and on (and on and on)

"W.E.G.O. (Interlude)"
(feat. Proof & DJ Head)

Yeah, soul intent, checking in number one, baby this week
You know what I'm sayin'?
This is MC Proof and DJ Head!

Checkin' in on W.E.G.O.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Ay, yo, we got the number-one requested song (alright) of the day coming up next
It's a local 313 talent
He goes by the name of Eminem
And it's called "It's OK"

"It's Ok"
(feat. Eye-Kyu)

Check it out
Hey Kyu!

It's a broke day but everything is OK (It's OK)
I'm up all night, but everything is alright (It's alright)
It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep (I can't sleep)
It's a long year pretending I belong here (Belong here)
It's a broke day but everything is OK (It's OK)
I'm up all night, but everything is alright (It's alright)
It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep (I can't sleep)
It's a long year pretending I belong here (Belong here)

One day I plan to be a family man happily married
I wanna grow to be so old that I have to be carried
'Til I'm glad to be buried
And leave this crazy world
And have at least a half a million for my baby girl
It may be early to be planning this stuff
'Cause I'm still struggling hard to be the man, and it's tough
'Cause man it's been rough, but still I manage enough
I've been taken advantage of, damaged and scuffed
My hands have been cuffed
But I don't panic and huff, frantic and puff
Or plan to give up, the minute shit hits the fan it erupts
I'm anteing up double or nothing, I've been troubled enough
And I'm sick of struggling and suffering, see
My destiny's to rest at ease, 'til I'm impressed and pleased
With my progress, I won't settle for less than cheese
I'm on a quest to seize all, my own label to call
Way before my baby is able to crawl
I'm too stable to fall, the pressure motivates
To know I hold the weight of boulders on my shoulder blades
I seen the golden gates to heaven on Earth
Where they don't pull a weapon on you when you're stepping on turf, Kyu

It's a broke day but everything is OK (It's OK)
I'm up all night, but everything is alright (It's alright)
It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep (I can't sleep)
It's a long year pretending I belong here (Belong here)
It's a broke day but everything is OK (It's OK)
I'm up all night, but everything is alright (It's alright)
It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep (I can't sleep)
It's a long year pretending I belong here (Belong here)

I'm going for broke, gambling and playing for keeps
Every day in the streets, scrambling and paying for cheap
Praying for sleep
Dreaming with a watering mouth
Wishing for a better life for my daughter and spouse
In this slaughtering house, caught up in bouts
With the root of all evil
I've seen it turn beautiful people crude and deceitful
And make them do shit illegal
For these Grants and Jacksons
These transactions explain a man's actions
But in the midst of this insanity, I found my Christianity
Through God and there's a wish he granted me
He showed me how to cope with the stress
And hope for the best, instead of mope and depressed
Always groping a mess, of flying over the nest
To selling dope with the rest
I quit smoking cess to open my chest
Life is stressful inside this cesspool
Trying to wrestle, I almost bust a blood vessel
My little brother's trying to learn his mathematics
He's asthmatic, running home from school away from crack addicts
Kids attract static, children with automatics
Taking target practice on teens for Starter Jackets
I'm using smarter tactics to overcome this slum
I won't become as dumb as some and succumb to scum
It's cumbersome, I'm trying to do well on this Earth
But it's been Hell on this Earth since I fell on this Earth

It's a broke day but everything is OK (It's OK)
I'm up all night, but everything is alright (It's alright)
It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep (I can't sleep)
It's a long year pretending I belong here (Belong here)
It's a broke day but everything is OK (It's OK)
I'm up all night, but everything is alright (It's alright)
It's a rough week, and I don't get enough sleep (I can't sleep)
It's a long year pretending I belong here (Belong here)

Uh, it's OK, yeah it's alright, even though I can't sleep
Uh yeah, it's OK, it's alright, I can't sleep

"313"
(feat. Eye-Kyu)

Now what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you 'bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one see

Man what you know about a sweet MC in the 313
None of these skills you 'bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me
If you ever wanna be one see

Yo some people say I'm whack, now if that's right
I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime
My slick a capella sounds clever with the beats
Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets
Forget a gold digger's succubus, my soul's thick with ruggedness
With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck with this

I got more different strokes than Philip Drummound
On open mic I bone your woman just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch)
We elevated to new heights premeditated
Let it be that I stated they hate it now that they see that I made it
The escalated can be put to the test of greatness
Snatch the heart from MCs and I ate it
So I take it that's the reason I'm hated
To represent my temperament
If rap was a dick all you so called hard MCs would not be impotent
But pimping it, and acting like you could rock a show (so)
Harder than LL's Rock the Bells, and you's a ho (now)
Everything that you collaborate I lacerate
My rhymes they keep coming like nymphomaniacs that masturbate
At a faster rate, yeah I got something for your ass to hate
I blast your hate, and have you all running past the gates
And as for face clutching and touching the flows
I got them open like marijuana smoke up in your nose
Bucking these hoes, I got that shit down to a science
Leaving them hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance
Defiance? No we won't have that
You want your shit to blow up?
Well I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack
And blast that shit to kingdom come
Then bring them some of this real hip-hop
I drop beats and you ain't singing or gonna do a thing but run
And you all knew from Meeko
That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Ferrigno
So stop that bullshit flow
Yo, you need to come with the real skills, and act like you know

So what you know about a sweet MC in the 313
None of these skills you 'bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me
If you ever wanna be one see

Now what you know about a sweet MC from the 313
None of these skills you 'bout to see come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me
If you ever wanna be one see

So what you know about a sweet MC, in the 313
You don't know shit so when you see one flee
You can be Run-D, you'll never be the MC
I stopped the alphabet at S and got it down to a T
I'm sure you're bound to agree, a sweet MC crash the spot
I'll make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott
Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me
I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fucking memory
It's either them or me man, kill or be killed
Your will'll be sealed your casket closed you still'll be billed
My facilities filled with fans, packed to capacity
I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty
If he's acting soft and he cowers
He better come cleaner than Jeru jacking off when he showers
You flowers got no clout with a thing
You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang
I shout with a slang, simple as ABCs
Skip over the Ds and rock the microphone with ease
Dethrone MCs and I'ma max alone
Relax your dome like a solo from a saxophone
So facts are known, biters get treated with shots
I rock a beat harder than you could beat it with rocks
I'm greeted with flocks of fellow follower singers
You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers
But you can bring yours let's see what you got
But don't front and never try to be what you're not
'Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back
And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack

So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313
None of these skills you just seen come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me
So you ain't ever gonna be one see

So what you know about a sweet MC in the 313
None of these skills that you just seen come free
So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become me
So you ain't ever gonna be one see

"Tonight"

Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight

I'm getting mad love, I'm snuggling hugs
Strugglin' thugs, smuggling drugs, juggling jobs, guzzling jugs
So here's a toast to federal checks
Hetero sex, unaffordable medical debts, huh
We travel in packs and ravel in facts and gravel in cracks
To find babbling Max, gaffling tracks
I grapple an axe for them baffling acts
Of mysterious stab-in-the-backs who dabble in wax
Stealin' my art when I sculpt it
The culprit that stole shit'll end up with his skull split
Then I buried the hatchet, I carry the fat shit
Butterfingers is here when it's necessary to scratch it
Baby, all I wanna do is swallow one or two
Smoke a little bit and follow one of you
Back home when the party ends
So tonight I'm dropping naughty hints
To the finest women in the audience

Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight

Cause we came here to do this tonight
We don't wanna fight, we don't want no one feeling uptight
Cause we came here to do this tonight
Till the morning light hope that everyone's feeling alright
Cause we came here to do this tonight
We don't wanna fight, we don't want no one feeling uptight
Cause we came here to do this tonight
Till the morning light hope that everyone's feeling alright

Ayo, biters are like tarantulas, vandalous
Living as scandalous as a television evangelist
But I can handle this, I'm the rhyme biter crime fighter
Caped crusader, taking care of undeserving lime lighters
I think we live in era meant for me
Experimentally I found a way to spread the terror mentally
When I stumbled upon this resolution
By using a special fusion of chemical solution for this fresh illusion
You couldn't see me with binoculars
I'm armed like an octopus
Step on stage and you get socked and pushed
Talking that junk like you had Black Bart at your back
Come to battle me and you get smacked hard as you act
When I rep-a-resent it, and will have a referee in it
Every minute so when I win it you never resent it
I'm forever demented, come up with funk, I'll never be scented
You got the point when I cleverly sent it

Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight

Cause we came here to do this tonight
We don't wanna fight, we don't want no one feeling uptight
Cause we came here to do this tonight
Till the morning light hope that everyone's feeling alright
Cause we came here to do this tonight
We don't wanna fight, we don't want no one feeling uptight
Cause we came here to do this tonight
Till the morning light hope that everyone's feeling alright

Eminem is heading skyward
For those who thought that I would make you bored and treat you like a piece of plywood
I've got miracle lyrical capability all in me
With the agility to escape a killer bee colony
So get your cameras and capture how miraculous
I rap for all you Draculas and showed you all how whack you was
I meant it as a diss, 'cause you don't posses the pizazz of this
I'm hazardous enough already as it is
Without you adding fuel to the fire
I'm cruel to the liar
Who fails to recognize my reign and hail rule to the sire
Clinical studies show that I'm cynical
There's no one who's identical to my fresh and authentic flow
I'm sure the party people can agree
That I'm enchanting, rhythm romantically
Freaking vocals so frantically
So throw your hands up in the atmosphere
And let them know the only party that was phat was here, just be like

Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight

Cause we came here to do this tonight
We don't wanna fight, we don't want no one feeling uptight
Cause we came here to do this tonight
Till the morning light hope that everyone's feeling alright
Cause we came here to do this tonight
We don't wanna fight, we don't want no one feeling uptight
Cause we came here to do this tonight
Till the morning light hope that everyone's feeling alright

"Maxine"
(feat. Danaun Porter and 3)

Maxine!
Hello
Can I speak to Maxine?
Yeah, this is me, what's up?
What up?
Who dis?
Denaun
Yeah, what's up?
What are you doing?
Nothing, just laying in bed
Huh?
Nothing, just laying in bed
Why?
I don't know, thinking about something freaky to do

I know this crack fiend, Maxine, who needs a vaccine
She tests positive, but tells you that her act's clean
Plus she got a sugar daddy
Gassin' every hooker that he takes in to crook her badly
If you mistook her, sadly, on her reputation
You're in jeopardation, if you ain't got no preparation
When you stepped away, son, she got her face done
Lookin' provocative, she'll let you knock it if
You press the issue, and get undressed to kiss you
If you match the price, otherwise she won't look at you twice
But when you catch the lice, or get the urgency
To go to the emergency 'cause it burns to pee
Don't bring your germs to me, 'cause I ain't tryna hear it
While you're fightin' your fuckin' disease, tryna clear it

Sometimes I wonder, what's your purpose in life?
That is to get with every brother
And unveil one of his kids
Shit, you livin' trife
Got three kids at home, and club-hoppin' every night
You say it's gonna stop
But it just… slows… down…
And then speeds back to a regular pace
There is no end to this
Mystery, whatever your reason even is to be
You say you wanna be with me, but how can you say that
When you got niggas hidin' in your closet?
I refrain from gettin' angry
But you keep on actin' strangely

I met this girl last week
She was a freak, and she liked me
So I stepped on it and then asked my homies
And chilled on the side and then watched they niggas
Big game over there and take notes, while I get this number
I stepped to her, first I cleared my throat
And said, "Hey, bitch, haven't I seen you before?"
Looked at my nigga, turned around and got slapped
Throughout my hands, and said, "Oh, it's like that?"
She said she just broke up with her nigga and shit
She started cryin', and asked me to forgive her and shit
She said her name was Maxine
So I told her I wanted her number
She asked could I give her mine too
Got to the crib and called her up
We got into a good conversation
That's when she asked me could I fuck
I said, "Maxine, check this out
Give me your address I'll be through and you'll find out"
Got to the crib, she let me in
She didn't waste time, she grabbed my hand
And proceeded to the bedroom
I said "Hold up, and stop proceedin', you rushin' things"
What the fuck are you doin'?
So I went for my protection
Took off my clothes and started flexin'
As she went for my midsection
I threw her down as I tore off her shirt
Pulled out my jimmy and I thought about puttin' in work
Before I hit it she said, "3, don't get mad
But there's somethin' that I gotta tell your ass"
I said "What is it? Another nigga? It's OK"
She said, "No I forgot to tell you
That I got AIDS, I got a problem."

Hey, Maxine
What?
You thinkin' about suckin' my dick?
Yeah, for a small price
For a small price? What you mean?
You know, money, nigga
You don't need no damn money; I can't give you no money anyways, I heard you got some shit
What you, what you hear I got?
AIDS
Who told you that bullshit?
My nigga Kyu, he wouldn't lie
Well, if that's the case, Kyu got it then
Oh for real, it's like that?
Well, I ain't got shit, so he ain't got shit
And if he do, he ain't get that shit from me
I ain't fuckin' around with no third, nigga
Fuck that, I ain't fuckin' with you
No, see…
You got that shit, I ain't gotta fuck with you
Hold on, why it ain't even like that
I want y'all to get paid, fuckin'

"Open Mic"
(feat. Thyme)

Hey yo, what's up, man?
Hey yo, you been here all day, man
Y'all been here every weekend, man
I don't ever get a chance to rap first, man!
That's 'cause you wack!
What?!? I ain't wack, nigga, I got some raps for all y'all
Nigga, my raps fresh, I'ma bust my raps first
You can bust yours after me if you want to
No, no, man, I'm goin' first
I'm gettin' tired of everybody wantin' to go first, man
You always rap first, I'm rappin'
I don't care what none of y'all say; I'm fresh, I'm fresh

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
Point him out! Man, I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
"I wanna know, I wanna know"
I said who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
Point him out! Bitch, I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
"I wanna know, I wanna know"

I'll have you taken back to Christ when you're sacrificed
The way you're hacked and sliced
When I fill your back with knives
Jackin' life's of MCs, now I'm set to launch a plan
For blowin' up the stage with illegal contraband
I stomped your man, so unless you want what he got
You better set the mic down, I'm steamin' like a teapot
I make the D hot, people get in my face and ask
If I wanna battle, then I chase them in a Jason mask
It's an amazin' task to battle with success
I never gave a fuck, now I give a fuck less
And win a slug fest, I get physical like physicians
Invisible like magicians with mystical mic traditions
Wicked wizardry like a sorcerer, no remorse for you
When I torture you throughout the course of my orchestra
So feel the force of my spiritual images
Slicin' up an enemy's appendages 'til he hemorrhages
My skin itches every time a rapper recites
And when he's through with his verse
I'm all covered in flea bites
You wanna see fights, I got a match for ya
You couldn't flip shit playin' in toilets with a spatula

Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
Point him out! Man, I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
"I wanna know, I wanna know"
Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
Point him out! Bitch, I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
"I wanna know, I wanna know"

You bitches get a hysterectomy disrespectin' me
You wanna feel the full effect of me, hand a TEC to me
Intellectually superior, I'll make the whack wearier
Inferior, deterior rate, like bacteria
Materially, killin' serially, clearly you'll see
How much in fear when you hear me you'll be
Shiver and shake, quiver and quake
Bite a rhyme and feel your jaw get stiffer and ache
Wither and break, you slitherin' snake
Gibberin' fake, fibber and flake
I'll twist you in a different shape
And toss you in Michigan Lake, for fisherman sake
If this is a dream, you wish you can wake
Every diss you can take, personal
We ain't friends tryna make amends
If you ain't ever stole a gate you can take offense
I make intense masterpieces
And smash to pieces your last releases
You pass diseases, that's the reason
I'm showin' you the proper way to
Operate a mic, so pass it like a hot potato
I've never been less than clever and fresh
Severin' flesh of fools who never impressed ever infest

Who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
Point him out! Man, I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
"I wanna know, I wanna know"
Ayo, who the fuck passed you the mic man
And said that you can flow?
Point him out! Bitch, I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
"I wanna know, I wanna know"

Who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?!
Point him out! I wanna know
Who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
"I wanna know, I wanna know"
(Ayo, let me get that mic, man)
Who the fuck passed you the mic
And said that you can flow?
Who the fuck passed you the mic?!
Who the fuck passed you the mic?!
(I got the rhymes, bitch, I'll kick that shit)

"Never 2 Far"

Denaun, what up, man?
What up, dawg?
You all right?
Chillin', cold as hell
Yes, it is. Hey, bus didn't come here, didn't he?
No. Hey look, you got 15 cent?
Nah, I got just enough to get on the bus, I'm broke
We gotta go to the store. Alright, man?
Quick, 'cause I'm short
Yeah, we gonna have enough time to go to the store?
Nah, look
You should just, how much you got there?
I only got 75, I'm sure I got a dollar, know what I mean?
Just throw it in there, they ain't gonna know. You know what? Ayy look, I'm sick of takin' this damn bus everywhere, man
You gotta make some moves or somethin'
I know, look, I'm tryna get rich
I got a baby on the way, I don't even got a car. You know what I'm sayin'?
I still stay with my moms, 21 and still with my moms
Yeah, look, hey, we gotta make some hit records or somethin', you know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause I'm tired of bein' broke

'Cause all I do is yearn a life without a concern
And dream of havin' a turn to earn money to burn
Mappin' out my strategies to get rich, huh
My desire's like a scratch that needs to get itched, huh
'Cause, man, I live in the D, this shit ain't given for free
Nothin' is different to me, so what else is there to see?
I'll be the prisoner to flee from all of this misery
I'm not wishin' to be another fish in the sea
But just an MC, so listen to me for this and agree
You're missin' the key, you ain't even in the vicinity
Unconditionally, my aspects to cash checks
My objects were never to swab decks
It's up to you, the decision is yours
If what you vision is tours, or a missionless course
When your shit is in the stores, 'cause you can be a star

No matter wherever you are
You're never too far from revenue par
'Cause you can be king
You can rule the world, you can do anything
It's on you, baby, 'cause you can be a star
No matter wherever you are
You're never too far from revenue par
'Cause you can be king
You can rule the world, you can do anything
It's on you, baby, 'cause you can be a star
No matter wherever you are
You're never too far from revenue, huh

You know what I'm sayin'? See what I'm talkin' about, man? 'Cause that's it. Yeah.
A million dollars ain't even that far away, man.
Yo, we got to get the money, man!
I can't be broke for the rest of my life!
Yeah, I hear what your sayin'. Look, there's got to be somethin' better, you know what I'm sayin'?
I can't live like this for the rest of my life, man.
Bummin' rides everywhere I go.
Yeah, what's up with Lexus's and Land Cruisers?

Yo, I'm not about to chance it and dismiss handlin' business
I'm cancelin' Christmas to gamble and risk this
Financial interest is the matter at hand
I got an adequate plan for stab at a grand
I grab what I can and do what I must
Pursue what I lust, it's true that I just
Choose the few that I trust
Them's the people that I still got
Fuck with gangsta Philpot, get your grill shot
The 5 Ela for life: my man Thyme
Proof, Kyu and Denaun, we move through in the nine
My crew's true and divine, we never fronted
We just wanted to be funded, and live to be a hundred
Instead of hunted or bein' wanted as fugitives
It's all about a man plannin' what his future is
What he can do for his to be a star

No matter wherever you are
You're never too far from revenue par
'Cause you can be king
You can rule the world, you can do anything
It's on you, baby, 'cause you can be a star
No matter wherever you are
You're never too far from revenue par
'Cause you can be king
You can rule the world, you can do anything
It's on you, baby, 'cause you can be a star
No matter wherever you are
You're never too far from revenue, huh

That's what I'm talkin' about.
I'm not tryna be the player, I'm tryna be the mayor.
I want to be president.
Yo, forgot that president, man.
I'm tryna be king, makin' dead presidents.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Gettin' money any time I want, ownin' my own businesses and all that. You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, I'm tryna be a millionaire, man.
Hahaha, but don't all, you know?
You only live once, '96, baby

"Searchin'"
(feat. Eye-Kyu & Angela Workman)

[Angela Workman:]
Ain't no one special, special like you
Ain't no one special, special like you
Ain't no one special, special like you
Ain't no one special, special like you
I been searchin'
But you're the one I want in my life, baby
I been searchin'
But you're the one I want in my life, baby
I been searchin'
But you're the one I want in my life, baby
I been searchin'
But you're the one I want in my life, baby

[Eminem:]
I'm reminiscin' on your tenderness
And the snugglin' and teasin'
Missin' what I remember
Kissin' and huggin' and squeezin'
Buggin' and wheezin'
I'm havin' trouble when breathin'
It's even tougher when sleepin'
But there's a couple of reasons that I'm sufferin' and grievin'
For lovin' and leavin'
You're all I'm thinkin' of in the evenin'
You got my knees bucklin' and weakenin'
Thoughts of nothin' but freakin'
That I'm strugglin' to keep in
And interrupt when I'm speakin'
I got some game that I'm preparin' to run
The way your lips sparkle and they glare in the sun
You got your hair in a bun
No matter what you're wearin' you stun
'Cause you're comparin' to none
I want to share in the fun, I feel a passionate lust
When I imagine it just alone at last when it's us
I see you graspin' to trust
But my intentions are good, let's leave the past in the dust
I'm not askin' to rush
And answer me immediately
I just wanna be there for you and you to be there for me
If you agree to repeat after me
"I love you" (I love you, baby)
'Cause I just need you to see
How much I'm eager to be your man legally wed
Your love's keepin' me fed
This is easily said, so you can lead or be led
If you care to be down
'Cause ain't nobody like you nowhere to be found

[Angela Workman:]
I been searchin'
But you're the one I want in my life baby
I been searchin'
But you're the one I want in my life baby
I been searchin'
But you're the one I want in my life baby
I been searchin'
But you're the one I want in my life baby

[Eye-Kyu:]
Baby, it's all on you, it's you I call on, boo
Let's set a day up so you can fall on through
We'll take a spin in a Lexus
You can chill for dinner and breakfast
Long enough to see how this gentleman sexes
We'll start it off with caviar, Dom Pérignon
And then when it's a fact we are warm, carry on
We'll take it slow, see, nobody will hurry things
I got the Izze, the Bacardi and Hurricane
If Daiquiris are in debate and not your thang that day
It's still all right 'cause I got Minute Maid and Tangeray
You're an incredible one that's rare
I bet in edible underwear
You'll look impeccable, none compare
I dream of freakin' you, the women that I'm speakin' to
It seems that there is not an end to things that we can do
So, now we all set to play, only thing left to say
Is when you step away, baby, look over in the négligée

[Angela Workman:]
I been searchin'
But you're the one I want in my life baby
I been searchin'
But you're the one I want in my life baby
I been searchin'
But you're the one I want in my life baby
I been searchin'
But you're the one I want in my life baby
Ain't no one special, special like you
Ain't no one special, special like you

"Backstabber"

Attention all units, attention all units
We have an all-points bulletin out on a man with green hair
I repeat, we have an APB on a man with green hair
He's armed with a knife, I repeat, he's armed with a knife
Proceed with caution, watch your back, fellas
He could be coming at your girlfriend next

There's a joker on the loose from the psychiatric ward
His face is up on the bulletin board with a reward
He'll stab you with a sword, don't be fooled by his charm
He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm
Ring the alarm, look for a man with green hair
Check at your girl's house, he was last seen there
He's has a mean stare but usually cracks jokes
Good luck on your mission and guard your backs, folks

Come here, you fuckin' backstabber!
(Why I oughta) beat a bitch snake from the hood
Ha ha, come here, you fuckin' backstabber!
(Why I oughta) stay away from him, he ain't no good!

We got the walkie-talkies to keep us all informed
Suited up head to toe in detective uniforms
Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors
Lockin' down every block and put up metal detectors
Protect yours and be sure that you stand close
Watch each other's backs and guard your command post
And most of all be advised that he's wise
He could be disguised as one of your very own guys

Come here, you fuckin' backstabber!
(Why I oughta) beat a bitch snake from the hood
Ha ha, come here, you fuckin' backstabber!
(Why I oughta) stay away from him, he ain't no good!

I'm on a solo mission to find him personally
To settle the score and to beat him unmercifully
For what he first did to me, it's sure to be the last
Followin' footprints with a magnifyin' glass
To drag his lyin' ass back to his padded cell
I'm mad as hell, on the trail of this tattle tail
I heard a yell, the voice sounded familiar
"Give me your girlfriend or I'm gonna kill ya!"

Come here, you fuckin' backstabber!
(Why I oughta) beat a bitch snake from the hood
Ha ha, come here, you fuckin' backstabber!
(Why I oughta) stay away from him, he ain't no good!

I followed the voice that led down a flight of steps
Sneezin' at dust, and swingin' at the spider webs
Inside the depths of his basement
I taste lint, in my mouth
Then the lights in the place went
I saw my life flash in front of my eyes
I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs
None of my guys knew where I'm at, I was doomed
Then I remembered the flashlight in my costume

Come here, you fuckin' backstabber!
(Why I oughta) beat a bitch snake from the hood
Ha ha, come here, you fuckin' backstabber!
(Why I oughta) stay away from him, he ain't no good!

Dealing with backstabbers, there was one thing I learned
They're only powerful when you got your back turned
I yearned for the day that we finally met again
So I can give him a taste of his own medicine
He shed his skin, then he promised to come clean
I took his butcher knife and jabbed it into his spleen
Cuffed him at the scene, then dragged the fella home
Beating him over the head with the telephone

Attention all cars, attention all cars
Unit 313 has apprehended the suspect
He's going back to the crazy home
I repeat, he's going back to the crazy home
Job well done

Come here, you fuckin' backstabber!
(Why I oughta) beat a bitch snake from the hood
Ha ha, come here, you fuckin' backstabber!
(Why I oughta) stay away from him, he ain't no good!

Come here, you fuckin' backstabber!
(Why I oughta) beat a bitch snake from the hood
Ha ha, come here, you fuckin' backstabber!
(Why I oughta) stay away from him, he ain't no good!

Come here, you fuckin' backstabber!
(Why I oughta) beat a bitch snake from the hood
Ha ha, come here, you fuckin' backstabber!
(Why I oughta) stay away from him, he ain't no good!

"Jealousy Woes II"

Jealous!
Jealous!
Jealous!
Jealous!
Jealous!
Jealous!
Jealous!
Jealous!

Jealous?! What he mean "jealous"?
Know what I'm sayin'? He just mad 'cause he all with them ugly hoes, know what I'm sayin'?
Girls don't buy him no clothes
He bought that ho some clothes!
He don't buy me no clothes
That nigga ain't got no money, no vibe, no dick
I mean, what do I got to be jealous for?
He ain't gonna make it nowhere
He ain't got no type of time
He has no career move, I mean…

I come home every single day from workin' double shifts
And stop along the way to pick you up a couple gifts
I come inside and you pretend you miss me
When you kiss me, then you diss me
And we strenuously fight continuously
Again you frisk me, for numbers, tryin' to bust me
It must be only just because you never learned to trust me
Plus we only squabble over irrelevant issues
Too many tissues for my feelings you misuse
I buy you jewelry, you make a fool of me
I bring you diamond rings, you say I'm bad at timin' things
So what's a man to do
When all I hand to you is handed back to me?
You act to be this gangsta bitch
That ain't what first attracted me
I used to love your company
Now you're always pumpin' me for information
And you tell your friends you plan on dumpin' me
So I'ma wait for your evacuation
'Cause every accusation
Makes me wanna smack your face in
See, I've never been so sure, and you're just insecure
So my solution to your jealousy presents a cure
I recommend you take your things and check 'em in
Look at the nervous wreck I'm in
I need my second wind—say what?!

Jealo-!
Jealousy!
Jealousy!

Fuck you and what you going through! Fuck Eminem!
He just mad 'cause I left that nigga for another man
Me and Eminem don't need nothin' but minus money
Immature, me? Nigga ain't got no dick
No swang in his thang, know what I'm sayin'?
He just mad 'cause I'm gettin' it all night
Jealous of me, know what I'm sayin'?
That's what I'm talkin' about
Motherfucker just tryin' to get this pussy

I used to be a puppet and a sucker for your silent treatments
I used to be intoxicated with your sweet scents
Until the day I started followin' your feet prints
And tappin' in your phone conversations
Through the heat vents—it made complete sense
There's someone else you like
So I confronted you and asked you, "Who was Mike?"
And you was like, (I need a new nigga)
"Someone rich that I could follow
And you'll be over me by the time you see tomorrow."
Leavin' me in sorrow, Brandy never felt so broken-hearted
I fell apart when you departed, then the jokin' started
I was an open target, you play comedian
And I became the laughing stock
But now I'm on my feet again
And so we meet again, you're actin' like an ex-wife
All in my sex life, I got a message from Phife
It goes, "You didn't want me to see yo' hon
Don't want me now, take the towel, wipe your brow!"
Quit tryin' to hunt me down!
You run me down and now your tryin' to apologize
For all the lies and every time you made me ball my eyes
Because I got a bigger wallet size, you wanna swing it
Jealousy is in the house, y'all—fellas, sing it!

Jealo-!
Jealousy!
Jealousy!

[Skirmish]
I felt like a worthless child that needs to gain faith
And I keep a straight face ’cause it hurts to smile
Countless times of runnin’ away, I had an upbringing
Of tough living, and my mother’s to blame
Was never far from crime, drugs and vandalism
My father died quite young as a cancer victim
My heart was broken, that’s when I started smokin’
‘Cause I couldn’t take the thought of my father goin’
It forever scarred my mind
And my teenage years as a delinquent were some of my hardest times
Had to leave the past behind, it's my time to grow
Decided to come to the church and try and find a home
And as time passed, began going down the right path
Life starts again and so I found my kind heart
This life I chose, I cross my heart and promise
That my relationship with God will always last the longest

[Hook]
I’m gainin’ my faith, and I’m losin’ the pain
I make my own destiny and I’m choosin’ my fate
And I pray that God has mercy on my soul
Yeah, I pray that God has mercy on my soul…

And I’m losin’ my faith, but I’m gainin’ the pain
The end is near, now I just wait for the day
And I pray that God has mercy on my soul
Yeah, I pray that God has mercy on my soul…
[Possessed]
I spent most of my life trying to guide souls to the light
Along the way I lost my faith and my devotion in Christ
Haunted by the darkness of doubt, closing my eyes
Have I followed teachings of a book totally blind?
Who truly wrote the first editions?
Am I living by the Lord’s words of wisdom or a work of fiction?
I can’t honestly serve religion
When as a priest, I’ve gradually lost trust in all church tradition
My test of faith and as an educated man
Can’t believe God created everything in seven days
Will I pass through Heaven’s gates and reach a better place?
When I’ve accepted money from the poor in my collection plates
Any exceptions for a Catholic priest?
Cold is the heart of man, and deafening the sound of chattering teeth
Transform from a man to a beast
Or are these the bitter rantings of a victim to the cancer disease?

[Hook x2]
Please…

Excerpt from Blade Runner (slightly altered):
“I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe…
All those moments will be lost in time… like tears in rain… time to die.”

[Verse 1: Plasma]
Brain is demented, in a major state of depression
Since the day I was sectioned I was laced with painful injections
Under intense surveillance and when mental patients attempt escaping the ventilation releases deadly vapours
Locked away in a cell that's pitch black; completely dark
I kick back and weeks have passed as I conversate with myself
Alone in a cage, no hope of escape, can’t get hold of a blade
So I grew my nails long enough to open my veins
A manic depressed that's suicidal, tried to remove my eyeballs
And made a gallant attempt at snapping my neck
Was on the verge of insanity then entered the asylum
Ventured in my mind with plans to never return to reality
At constant war with the demons within
Waking up in a state, with razor cuts to the veins deep in my skin/
And doctors making observations on a constant basis
Patients locked in cages, inhaling toxic vapours
Unattractive features, having seizures in the corridors
And I contract diseases, rats are feeding off my rotten corpse
A decrepit and violent abandoned mental asylum
Where every hospital ward is unattended and silent
The level of corruption’s a cause for concern
‘cause at night the inmates are sent into the dungeon, tortured and burned
And patients with self-inflicted fatal wounds
Watching docs in radiation suits taking patients through to operation rooms

[Verse 2: Possessed]
Even demented in dreams, on the edge of resting in peace
Knives, rope, pills - euthanasia vending machines
Heroine fiends strapped to a bed of syringes
One way acid trips when you’re sent to this medicine clinic
Kept in padded cells and metal cages, mental patients
Shock therapy high voltage dental braces
At night time I scream myself to sleep
Scared of the crippled man crawling that no one else can see
A weeping widow, eyes black and miserable
An old lady sits searching for the future in a shattered crystal ball
Locked away where crazed doctors don’t wait to operate
I hear voices and they're all telling me that I’m not insane
Treatment rooms for the seven sins
Mistaken for gluttony, women with prosthetic limbs expecting twins
Shedding skins with a carving knife
Involuntary organ donors waking up in a bath of ice
Stark raving mad maniac, ugly looks
Vacant stares, cracked mirrors, masturbate with rusty hooks
A building that hangs off the edge of a cliff
Spoke of in legend and myth, razors turn rusty left in the wrist
Mentally sick, resisting my medicine, dismissing my excellence
My thoughts cover walls written in excrement
Beneath flickering lights we beg for mercy
I hear relentless ticking yet every clock is stuck on 7:30
[Verse 3: Psiklone]
A twisted hospital haunted by a cold dementia
Doors lock and padded walls turn to spikes and slowly close together
Can’t break my restraints in half so I chew through my aching arms
The doctors are eight times more deranged than the patients are
Panic attacks in the darkness, natural disasters
Psychopaths in barbwire nooses hang from the rafters
Broken fingernails left gripping the ceiling
And your neck collar will explode if you attempt to breach the perimeter region
Duct tape preventing communication
Cold sweats in pitch black icy rooms, demented hallucinations
Phobias taken to their vertical limits
Twisted priests resurrect Satan’s soul through surgical spirit
Hearts beat so loud you hear them pound as they palpitate
Sense a sour taste gargling mouthfuls of scalpel blades
We all look essentially the same, but I'm mentally insane
Shouting “It’s me!” in identity parades
Fallen angels are stuffed into torture chambers and crushed
Then burned alive into holy water vapour and dust
Placebos switched for dangerous drugs, disguising the medicine
I’m highly intelligent, the side of my mind is irrelevant
Expressionless wide eyes and venereal blisters
I shower in the blood of victims of serial killers
Trapped forever, no way of running scared
The front doors left wide open for anyone that wanders in unaware
[Verse 4: Skirmish]
A patient for seven years, yet to see the light of day
A telekinetic mind to set me free from tight restraints
That’s what I keep telling myself inside my brain
I know I’m a genius, doctors think my minds insane
Avoid the dark corners of cells
Powerful vacuums leading into black holes and portals to hell
Forced to torture ourselves for pleasant thinking
Dead security guards are monitoring closed circuit television
Tracking device embedded in my collar bone
Bloody letters on the wall spelling out the words “you’re not alone”
Strapped down with a straight jacket and several chains
Wrapped ‘round and welded to the bed’s metal frame
They’re upside down hung from the ceiling
Unknown creatures live in my flesh prompting uncomfortable feelings
Mirrors reflect in black and white
Escape is pointless: all the corridors interconnectin' back to mine
Inmates have half-shaven heads, can’t take the stress
For weeks arms laid to rest on a sharp razor’s edge
Raise the dead, an escape attempt shoveling mud
Bathe in depths of AIDS-infected bubbling blood
Eternally cursed by immortal life
A schizophrenic that’s permanently disconnected from my normal side
So I’ll never be the same and just when I figure it out
A pill’s placed into my mouth and my memory’s erased...
[Outro]
A reality is just what we tell each other it is
Sane and insane could easily switch places if the insane were to become the majority
You would find yourself locked in a padded cell
Padded cell… Locked in a padded cell
Wondering what happened to the world

[Verse 1: Psiklone]
We don’t give a flying fuck about fact or fiction
Sleep talk freestyles iller than most these rappers writtens
I laugh at you faggots dissin’ (hahaha)
It only adds fuel to my drive and fire to my ammunition
We represent the future (yeah)
Your bars are conclusive proof that God has a sense of humor
Rather loop up ambulance sirens
Thanks to you, this year my favorite album’s been SILENCE
Refuse to start dumbin’ it down
It must be a bit hard to spit bars with my nuts in your mouth (suck 'em)
You hate the fact we’re charismatic
The world DOES revolve around me, my spinal cords are planet’s axis (yeah)
Psiklone, Possessed, Plazma and Skirmish (what)
We swallow our pride and spit arrogant verses
Your patterns are worthless, lackin’ in purpose
I lost my temper and it never managed to surface

[Hook]
Credit where credit’s due, that’s why we’ve got no respect for you
I’ll do what you attempt to do
Pissed off with Hip Hop from top to bottom
We got an attitude, now you’ve got a problem
We’re the greatest under the skies, so run for your lives
Say we hate but you give us nothing to like
Pissed off with Hip Hop from top to bottom
We’ve got an attitude, and you’ve got a problem
[Verse 2: Skirmish]
I’m on some arrogant shit, all these talentless cliques
Made me add to my list some more rappers to diss
Chattin’ bout you “underachievers”
Braggin’ bout your couple releases but nothin’ was decent
It’s like possessing skills is a thing of the past
There’s an epidemic of wack rappers killin’ the art
You artists are underground, tryna reach for the skies
We started above the clouds at unbelievable heights (for real)
Forked tongue and the eyes of a snake when you smile in my face
Pretend it’s all love while disguising your hate
And you bredders talk tough to inflate your egos
You’re clowns in a freakshow that play the lead role
My clique’s tight and undivided, yelling “fuck the silence!”
‘Cause I’d rather swallow my tongue than bite it
For you, my love and forgiveness doesn’t exist
And so I’ll drown you in the water under the bridge

[Verse 3: Possessed]
No one’s fuckin’ with this, don’t just button your lip
Close it shut with a zip, sew it up with a stitch
I’m that stubborn son of a bitch (haha)
A heart so strong; whenever it beats it ruptures my ribs
It’s the RA sneak-attack, the beast is back (yeah)
I use my imagination, you just repeat the facts (haha)
Yet to meet my match (what)
Had the most quotables in rap before I’d even released a track
Bring death to your life’s work
If we’re both in the same boat, I hope we’re heading for icebergs
Arrogance hittin’ critical mass
Sounds like an Indian Giver gave you the gift of the gab
Hit tracks with the impact of sledgehammers
Spit raps while I piss on the graves of dead rappers
Take a giant sized step backwards
So big-headed when I think about myself my neck fractures
[Hook]

[Verse 4: Copywrite]
Nervous son, only younger dude that these old heads learn from
So tell these hippies; hug a fuckin’ tree while I burn one
Rollin’ phillies, hold my city down now, no doubt
All by myself. C’mon now, Bow Wow don’t count
You liars claim you’re writers, you’re pussy so buckle up chump
Pretend you put the porno on mute, and shut the fuck up
Anywhere in the U.S. it’s like I’m in London. Factual, bitch
Guaranteed I receive pounds after I spit
The bastard, the prince, has you convinced
Through the first line, that I’m the worst kind of fuckin’ rapper there is
He needs three 16’s, and I don’t like him, he’s ass
For the right type of cash and hash, I’ll ghostwrite him some trash
Tell bitches bumps on my dick, ribbed for her pleasure
Then shit in her dresser and dip with her treasure
Time you, stare in my eyes dude.. I might blind you
If I even do adlibs behind you, I’ll outshine you

[Outro: Copywrite]
Yo, Cop, Cop, Copy…Rhyme Asylum!
Leatherface, what up?
Yeah, it’s the U.K. bro, and O.H.I.O
O.D.O.T. in the buildin’, you already know, C
Get that straitjacket ready!

[Verse 1: Plazma]
Yeah, yo, yo
Genetically cloned deadly mercenaries and rogues
All my time is spent on my own sculpting weapons from bone
We're members of cults that pose as anarchists, dressing in robes
And holding gatherings in derelict homes
End up with your name embedded in stone, claim your head as my own
A new addition to my collection of skulls
Your screams'll reach a deafening tone
After bearing witness to the beheading of those you cherish the most
Turn men into stone like Medusa's Gorgons,
Gruesome horsemen that live on a diet of human organs
Enter my secluded fortress that's only ever used for storing
The dismembered heads of news reporters
Post code triple-six, some of my best times
Were under the red skies back-stroking through River Styx
Brain's sadistic, since birth labelled misfits
My name is listed first on Satan's wish list

[Verse 2: Psiklone]
I'll single handily dismantle a SWAT Division
As a sperm I grew limbs, my grip strangling competition
Write by lit candles and locked in prison
And blink my eyes at TV's to switch channels with optic vision
Knock out tracks with punch lines and a right hook
Drink fluid that leaks from the spine of my rhyme book
I can run underwater with iron lungs
Special straitjackets were designed to bide my tongue
To courts are trying to make me law-abide
I'm still standing, middle fingers up, feet either side of the border line
Immortalised since the dawn of time
The Virgin Mary was mortified and my mercenaries aborted Christ
Look deep in my haunted eyes, see Aurora lines
As the Northern Lights organize in the morning skies
Freeze tsunamis into walls of ice
Shot myself in the head than wrote these sixteen bars before I died
[Verse 3: Reain]
I've got a mental block against the thought police, the Altered Beast
I define what lies between war and peace
Sonic waves that my mouth releases
Break the sound barrier into a thousand pieces
Citizen Black Smith forging a sharp sword
Start war and get left with a blood-stained glass jaw
My bars make you feel in prison
As I nuclear power plant bombs in your field of vision
It's common to beat you senseless, leave you breathless
Then let my Asthma Attack your weak defences
Acupuncture your lungs
I'll be Back To The Future, the black T-101
In fire I was baptised, battling me's like unleashing
An Alpha-Dog Soldier in a cat fight
The Black Knight with King Arthur's weapon
Entering a wild war in a full suit of Armageddon

[Hook:]
(Plazma:)
It's Rhyme Asylum those twisted cats, spitting raps
And committing vicious acts of mindless violence

(Psiklone:)
Psiklone, phantom power Rhyme Asylum
Re-enacting dreams of pouring gasoline in fire hydrants,
(Reain:)
Now I've lost my mind in the Rhyme Asylum
Prize-fight with Titans and kill a whale with Poseidon's Trident

(Somewhere in this world there is a straitjacket waiting for that man!
Here come the pain!)
(I write rhymes in pitch blackness)

[Verse 1: Possessed]
Tears appear as I’m alone in the dark
Haunted by suicidal thoughts and all of the ghosts from the past
Heart broken in half, I’m internally bleeding
Searching for reasons why my angel turned into a demon
Soul mates is a myth, there’s more chances for a blizzard of identical snowflakes to exist
Hold blades to my wrists
Separate soul from my flesh, sick of trying to cope with the stress and showing regrets
So-called friends posing a threat
Cut the cancer out ya circle before you’re pushed over the edge
I take steps closer to death
Had a head-on collision with depression and was left as an emotional wreck
Try step in my shoes, walking through a wilderness
Of endless winter, weather reflecting my mood
These are just confessions of truth, expected to lose
So I watch the world with a negative view
I’m a dead man walking, spirit dragging my carcass
Wish I shared the same fate as Natasha and Margret
I don’t pray, cos God isn’t listening
My father forgets his sorrow, swallowing bottled oblivion
No model civilians in these turbulent times
Not afraid of death, I’m afraid of the journey of life
And my words to the wise;
Stand strong, and as long as fire burns in my eyes I’m determined to fight

[Hook: Plazma]
Most of the time it seems life’s going wrong
We feel like outcast and we don’t belong
We need to vent that’s why we wrote this song
I hope I’m strong enough to keep holding on
Most of the time it seems life’s going wrong
We feel like outcast and we don’t belong
We need to vent that’s why we wrote this song
I hope I’m strong enough to keep holding on
[Verse 2: Skirmish]
I've been searching blindly to find myself
For many times I felt like my life was hell
I even cried for help, I’m down everyday
And now very afraid from how memories fade
I refuse to live in poverty, but feel guilt
For wanting an easy way out and win the lottery
Trying to drown the pain, but I’m sinking so deep
Wanting things I can’t have and having things I don’t need
I’m lonely at times, and I’m needing some luck
Developed thick skin from receiving tough love
Some people are blessed with better lives, I zone out
With no sound when I rest my head at night
Hoping for better dreams, but I’m so stressed waking up in cold sweats when I attempt to sleep
We live in war and rest in peace
Using hope as a shield when swinging swords against the Beast
Wonder if I got a tragic life ahead of me
Cause on my roads to riches, traffic lights are never green
My imagination is restricted by a migraine
When I try paint the perfect picture in my mind frame
Dreading how times change
Friends using drugs and alcohol as anaesthetics for life's pain
In the back of my mind, wanting to reach back
To ‘03 and recapture all my happiest times

[Hook: Plazma]
Most of the time it seems life’s going wrong
We feel like outcast and we don’t belong
We need to vent that’s why we wrote this song
I hope I’m strong enough to keep holding on
Most of the time it seems life’s going wrong
We feel like outcast and we don’t belong
We need to vent that’s why we wrote this song
I hope I’m strong enough to keep holding on
[Verse 3: Psiklone]
In a spiral in downward descension, drown in depression
No amount of counseling sessions could ever bound my aggression
Crushed by a powerful tension, I don’t see sheep at night
I’m too busy counting my blessings
Lost and alone, enclosed, boxed in my zone
Cold as the frostbitten glow given off by a ghost
Feel ungrateful complaining about my status of living
When each day people die in disgraceful conditions
I guess it’s all relative, my thoughts negative
I channel raw messages just to form sentences
Life's my sworn nemesis; I even admit
Sometimes I wish to bleed from my wrist and cease to exist
Hold issues close to my broken heart
Am I walking a chosen path? I can’t embrace fate with open arms
Emotions charged, breaking the curse
Sense the pain of the Earth but I can’t explain it in words
I’m battling demons inside, searching for unachievable reasons to the meaning of life
Clueless as to when I meet my demise
Feelings behind my insecurities stop me seizing my time
I can’t sleep through the night, my dreams are denied
As the tears begin to seep from deep in my eyes
Slowly losing strength in my grip
Fingers slipping from the edge of the cliff
Falling into the endless abyss

[Verse 1: Possessed]
Yo-yo, check it, yo, yo
I hope this beat’s flame-resistant
When I come off the top I’ve lost the plot like books with pages missing
Won’t break tradition, I’m keeping it real
Plant seeds of destruction in Elysian fields
Spit heat till combustion, blessing the beat
My peeps are weaving a worldwide web of deceit
And until we resting in peace not sharing love
Be scared of us, we go out on a limb like a pair of gloves
Tearing up vets, shouting abuse
Don’t respect my elders, I drown them in the Fountain of Youth
And I icepick my brain for rhymes
My frame of mind turns food for thought into migraines of rice
Rhyme Asylum ninja assassin
You’re left with anaphylactic shock once I sting into action
Taken under the wing of a dragon
After I was born the Bible’s authors had to print a retraction

[Hook: Skirmish]
We got an iller instinct spitting nothing but flames
Nothing has changed, rappers still got nothing to say
And we dedicated time to perfect the craft
Cause we the chosen few that still respects the art
And we overdue in the vocal booth
We got an iller instinct that we’ve shown and proved
And we dedicated time to perfect the craft
We the chosen few that still respects the art
[Verse 2: Plazma]
Cause your forces to tremble locking horns with the devil
Fuck him, I’m selling souls on a corporate level
The city drove me insane, I live alone in a cave
Collect voodoo dolls and have human skulls on display
Alter ego gained control of my brain
Opened my throat, soaked me in gasoline and engulfed me in flames
I think my brain’s corrupt
Haunted by visions of torturing women
While each of their lips are stapled shut
Love the bitter taste of blood
Immense strength from my punch will cause your head to combust and disintegrate to dust
A dangerous beast, restrained from the streets
Vapour’s released whenever I breathe's a contagious disease
Beyond losing my faith, views are deluded and strange
A psycho whose diet consists of human remains
I chose to gamble, escape asylum life
And roam the shadows with broken shackles on both my ankles

[Hook: Posessed]
We got an iller instinct spitting nothing but flames
Nothing has changed, rappers still got nothing to say
And we dedicated time to perfect the craft
Cause we the chosen few that still respects the art
And we’re overdue in the vocal booth
We got an iller instinct that we’ve shown and proved
And we dedicated time to perfect the craft
We the chosen few that still respects the art
[Verse 3: Psiklone]
Yo injected my blood with measureless drugs for an adrenaline rush
Feel no pain impaling my back on an elephant’s tusks
Unsettled, challenge ogres to mud wrestle
Munch metal then pump iron like blood vessels
Verses turning God to an atheist
Brain waves electrocute people in a kilometer radius
Archangel born from dark Satan’s spawn
Holes in my fitted cap from razor sharp bladed horns
On open mics rocking a death mask
Swim underneath battleships just to swallow a depth charge
I’m the lightning inside magnetic storms
Both my lungs hold so much skunk that they’re like a chest of drawers
Reflexes of giant tarantulas holding nitrogen canisters
Spit flames, burning cypher parameters
(We the illest) you rhymers are talentless
At the end of the day I’m resting my case like retiring barristers

[Hook: Plazma]
We got an iller instinct spitting nothing but flames
Nothing has changed, rappers still got nothing to say
And we dedicated time to perfect the craft
Cause we the chosen few that still respects the art
And we’re overdue in the vocal booth
We got an iller instinct that we’ve shown and proved
And we dedicated time to perfect the craft
We the chosen few that still respects the art
[Verse 4: Skirmish]
Planning to overthrow Lucifer when death calls
I’m able to gouge my eyes, start using them as stress balls
Trapped with no way out my mind
Rappers are tied down to pyres so they bound to die
Turn your walks of life to a death march
Impenetrable skin that contains fibres of Kevlar
Dodge bullets from shooting pains
I get goosebumps from the cold blood moving through my veins
A legion of ghostly shadows, galloping centaurs
Heartless demons, armed with bows and arrows
A stampeding devilish man-beast
That shatters the sound barrier - break the record for landspeed
Each step compresses the earth flat
I release toxic fumes and rappers get on my nerve gas
Crazy rap maniac, re-enacting horror scenes
Lost MC, bop the street strapped with body heat

[Hook: Psiklone]
We got an iller instinct spitting nothing but flames
Nothing has changed, rappers still got nothing to say
And we dedicated time to perfect the craft
Cause we the chosen few that still respects the art
And we’re overdue in the vocal booth
We got an iller instinct that we’ve shown and proved
And we dedicated time to perfect the craft
We the chosen few that still respects the art