Verse 1: where do I begin? yet another day full of confusion Hell is what he puts in his music looks for improvements, seems like he fails at every turn underneath a veil of many words it's all an illusion, vexed while he's talking to humans but kind of like a wall with his movements stone faced, this is the performance of a lifetime thinks he should've used even more of it in hindsight actor of a different pedigree spits to melodies makes fun of himself, equips his enemies atheist on a foundational level and yet his gift is heavenly halo above a couple of horns I was told all I had to do was trust in the source but apparently his undying love I ignored now I'm perpetually stuck in this dungeon of sorts Verse 2: he's a legend in the making, every single statement he makes is in preparation of whatever destiny awaits him looking for the day that he mentally awakens looking for a glitch or a message in the Matrix yet again he's in the basement regrettably forsaken never will he ever be complacent trust, he's an enemy of Satan if you think otherwise you're incredibly mistaken in the eyes of a Christian he is truly a disgrace based on the music that he makes it is obvious they don't have a clue of what it takes to try and not punch annoying humans in the face admittedly it's brutal in a way but it's usually the case he tries to improve on his mistakes using humanistic ways bares his cross for you to witness knowing that he is soon to be replaced

Fubar: allow me to start it from the top, harness what I got pay attention to the bars I interlock heart is in a box, dark as any plot from Stephen King, some days it's hard to even watch thinking of the days I was starving on the block no feast, only famine there were hardly any crops staring at my carcass as it rots human at the end of the day but still a part of me is not wires in the place veins are supposed to be I suggest you don't engage if you notice me I used to pray with a rosary and now I say other people are to blame when I know it's me getting better at accepting my mistakes lesson of the day, I would take even less than what I make to be happy but regrettably will never be the case different yet I'm technically the same Sadida: who is going next? you could only guess this fool is no one yet in the booth with no regrets doing the same shit, a noose for older heads time keeps flying away and losing moments left clocking in, clocking out, choose the slowest death price I got to pay the dues for holding checks painting on smiles, in truth a total mess smoking weed helps but doomed to overstress my thoughts racing and never a finish line enter a twisted mind, the hell that I hid inside don't want them to know how it felt to be victimized telling them little lies pretending the kid is fine the goods are damaged from those who took advantage developed anger issues that I should've managed they all looking panicked but y'all couldn't hack it one day in my shoes would step a foot in traffic Subcon: a dark cloud, it hangs above my head and casts a shadow of this doubt that's found that does my head in dreading my next steps, my direction and just where I'm heading in my head and fending off the beasts and demons I have let in that's a dead end, head wind to my ascension a resistance that's persistent and it twists at my intestines vicious an infection, exists this sickness spreading it's intense and how to fix it's not within my comprehension it's depressing this reality has set in now embedded in my head and just the pen can tend to get it out this shit it mounts, and time I find diminished now it's always flying by with how the hours feel like minutes now vision clouded, clarity shifting in and out can't see the bigger picture when I'm not in any image found I second guess and question all in which I offer am I dope or do I suck as just another dumb imposter?

Verse 1: there are times I feel something is missing at the core wish I could take life and grip it by the horns sick of being negative and wishing it was more instead of just accepting that I'm living in a storm surrender entirely as the melody plays feels like an eternity every second it takes let me escape, gradually my memories fade and now it feels like I'm entering the heavenly gates ordinarily possessed with incredible rage shit is over with the moment that I let it engage plus the weight of the world upon my shoulder is so heavy I crack concrete every step that I take skeptical brain at war with untestable claims body of work resembling a skeletal frame living life in a reality where jealousy reigns but what a difference a synthetic chemical makes Verse 2: I've endured an apocalypse alone reason why I'm toxic with the flow the reason that I never take the positive approach reason why when I hear you rap I fantasize of chopping off your dome currently I have a couple fans but I know when I die I'll be anonymously dope life is like a comedy a joke yet I play knowing that I'll never get to the top I'm talking Stockton and Malone listeners think I gotta be insane perceived as demonic in a way I inhabit and prosper wherever there is ominous terrain accepted I will never feel the opposite of pain locked me in a cage but I got up and escaped now it's fuck trying to have a positive exchange I'm just another droplet in the rain when I'm rotting in a grave I promise I'll be forgotten in a day

Donny G: you might get looped like Tupac in Juice I'm steady kicking in the speaker, kill the song to boot leave them duped, load the lip and let the monster shoot the herb I'm blowing like a flute to bring the devastation tell me how the metal taste I've been around horror, I'm Leatherface my brain dripping out my fate through the metal plate ace lines separate the weak from the great no fire bomb, I play the siren song, the only way to catch a snake make no mistake this music is love hate They're using up all the current removing the plug, wait just a minute, keep the greatness in it, since a youth I always play to win it toss me in my grave with an eighth of spinach the verbal massacre, I capture this through the apature grill them but this ain't Gotham you ain't taxing this villian I keep it imminent, my conscience is minimum when I'm killing them ain't never feeling them, let the monster out then I finish them HiddenRoad: join the battle quick, HiddenRoad savagery walk on field, demolish enemy battery radio the air strike, explosions nearby flames kiss the bare sky, known for bear fights are you not entertained when the blood pour? want more? whole squads storming through your front door bring the swarm, gun corps, corpses in the wake scheming shoes of concrete - force you in the lake paint portraits with the greats, lords of the unknown face Rhum'1 set the pace Fubar swing the mace, moving through in formation brigade full of brigands, nastier than whores' basins wash you out the game, brought the clorox for the stain, bitch basic procedure, 9 milli to the brain shit two shots, toss the throw away, never trace it move at night, by day keep stowed away in the basement Fubar: I'm sort of demented, wore as a necklace in the past human spinal cords and intestines more than aggressive with a morbid obsession to cut legs off for some Jordan Elevens amazingly ill, crazy with skill stand a mile away and you'll still receive a blade in your grill I'll never stop, still people pray that I will cease to exist for trying to erase what I've built I suggest you come to terms with the fundamental fact I cannot lose if you're a fan then I got you I am back with another battle rap that'll shock you kind of like lightning from the hands of the God Zeus mythology bars, anomaly armed same way the Greek Myth Hecatoncheires are psychologically dark, ghost riding (writing) and uttering hyperbolic remarks standing on top of my car I'm the spirit of vengeance kind of like The Devil with horns or Johnny Blaze in his skeleton form ready for war Ghost Rider riding a bicycle to peddle it toward the sacred heavenly doors I'll erase every memory stored let us see if you can overcome and weather a storm it's unusual that never before has anyone ever witnessed a brain this fundamentally warped I exist in the sort of abyss that introduced Leviathan forcefully remove your biases cue the violins break your arm then give you the sling that King David slew Goliath with destiny is clear I'm a man who's without limit spill enough blood that you can actually drown in it I was looking for an answer but found crickets now all I do is clash with devout Christians

Jake Haw: you know the motto, live without a code to follow smoking barrel hit the throttle like there's no tomorrow I ain't going viral I'll go to Cairo on a camel's back with no food or water just the Holy Bible there is no survival, though I'm the North Star born to guide you witness the shine and I'm known to blind you there is no revival, can't get your sight back back-pedal 'til I curb stomp you on a bike rack you like that, get your mic jacked write crack boulders still I'm colder then an ice cap Jake Haw dawg I'll fold you with a spiked bat rock your head leave you looking Glenn on the Walking Dead I don't talk to feds, fuck a penny for your thought I'm in the club whipping pennies at a thot soul empty as your vault, never fault, never fuck with me I'm hungry commit 6 sins to supply to gluttony Hi-Q: you have your face in screens I patiently wait in your waking dream create the scene with booby traps that activate from screams it's plane to see your head has vacancy this ain't the Major Leagues but you'll get chewed by Q trying to play with me I took the "H" from "Heart" and used it on ancient art you play your part choosing the greatest harm like shooting "H" in arm so play your cards, I hear your flow and yawn play the track in reverse and zombies grown in your lawn then I curse you like The Lady of the Lake so something grabs you by the leg and makes you pay for your mistakes how's that flow taste? I'm out of control and got no brakes the flow shakes you out of your soul until your bones break I'm rambling over half a minute I'm gathering up this bag of dicks to throw you bastards in it nobody does it like I do it so you can't forget it acting like I'm losing on the cards, I have to finish Fubar: I'm the one people say is the worst tormented with a brain that is cursed to reject faith and face the absurd I'm expected to burst into flames in a church Satan speaks through my music when it's played in reverse in their eyes I am such a disgrace after listening to stuff that I say they think I must be insane but what I'm doing is strapping myself down to cut with a blade to expose you to chunks of my brain this is just an escape for when it feels like I'm stuck in a cage and every cloud is the color of grey I'll try and change them as long as there is blood in my veins but it's incredibly tough using this bucket of paint I try and hide it, the fact that I suffer in pain inside a dungeon in chains for what it feels like a neverending number of days attempting to avoid yet another mistake until I'm faced with another escape

is it time, to illuminate the dark? ruminate and start to communicate with bars soon to make it art, truly I'm bizarre I realize I should embrace the scars and instead use them as a fuel source to try and get my point across let's destroy the walls erected in the past, enemies aggressively attack I'm essentially defending what I am I address it when I rap it can be offensive it's a fact, it appears any empathy I lack but the messages embedded in the track reveal the anxiety that creeps in the second I relax I seek perfection but I never get it right if I ultimately reach it I'll be pleasantly surprised over-analyzation is a specialty of mine all I want to do is leave a legacy behind dwelling on a past I'll regret until I die while relishing the moments I'm incredibly alive it's a feeling you describe as heavenly divine knowing that the treachery eventually subsides I've analyzed myself, this is what a war is all about perpetually looking for the source of what I found finally realized the "why" isn't nearly as important as the "how" there are days, brain is a graveyard as morbid as it sounds with a myriad of corpses on the ground you're under the impression there's a fortress in the clouds assuming I'm here to try and force you into doubt reality is I don't give a fuck what you believe if it makes you a better human then trust me I agree the fact that I'm an atheist you think that it must be a disease or some sort of punishment indeed fanatical beliefs in a way are like a virus it's very similar to David and Goliath how I'm able to overcome with bravery and violence it's very difficult escaping it I've tried it feels like I was carried out of the nursery cursed sometimes I don't think I'm even worthy of dirt it feels awkward talking to a person in church thinking I'll leave but only to return in a hearse