Issues of a complicated manner
As I stay glued to the possibility
Silly of me to think that things would ever go my way
There's more than few that don't
Won't you please take the time to ease the strain from my shoulders
Way down as I convey sounds of anger, frustration
Feelings and thoughts from inside
I let my pen slide, planning
Commend me with the purchase of my underground tape
But if your coming up short be a sport and just wait
I give my word, put my life on it
Not sonically agreeable with ears I'll be the vehicle
We're transporting info not too simple but direct
if it wasn't for the mic cash I'd barely have a check at all
Wall to wall carpet lines my room
At night I sleep in comfort
But when I awake I make a tomb
But a piece of ass and cash for
My last war of struggle hasn't sounded
I'm surrounded by the land that they babble in
Flawless victor, mic ripper to the power of ten
Showering men with paragraphs of pleasure
Places you and me in a steady communication surpassing light years
Calculating infinity. infinity lasting a prophecies hit
Abominable affecting the human race war race, we breathing
Running but cooling down but at the same time
Too smart that we found y'all
Older than I thought I'd be
In the never mental quest of death
(Anger that fear ripped from a bitch named Hate)
I listen, the slit of darkness
Your mind is lost to confusion
I'm angry paying these rocking emotions
Just robbed your thought pattern
I appear silhouetted by a lantern
Sometimes I can't seem to grab a pen
And write your last wishes
Going to call out all their funky ass
It switches from time to time
It depends on what's on your mind
The anger that fear rips from a bitch named Hate in this time
It was me against a planet of deceit
It was me against a planet of deceit
The anger that fear ripped from the bitch name hate
They want to get you, make your ass delete
So why the fuck you judging?
Why the fuck you talking?
You need to say noting unless
These shoes you walked in
So who the fuck you judging?
Why the fuck you talking?
Unless you dead, you fucking walked in
The anger that fear ripped from the bitch name Hate
Motherfucker, you listening?
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