["Excalibur" movie snippets] WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF? (I don't know) Shall I tell you what's out there? (Yes, please) A beast of such power, that if you were to see it whole And all complete in a single glance It would burn you to cinders! (Where is it?) It is everywhere - it is everything! Its roar is heard in the wind And its forked tongue strikes like bright {SOUL ASSASSINS} {ASSASSINS} WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
[Apathy] King spit it all like I'm D-O-C Deadly on the mic, deadly G-O-D Born in a forest, raised by the wolves Walk amongst sheep, rockin their wool Speakin in tongues well allow me to translate A secret society just look at our handshakes Hoodies on our head, dressed in all black Symbols on our rings and a pocket full of crack Cameras on a street corner like a camcorder Dip quicker than a Star Trek transporter This is life on the bottom of the barrel of the belly of the beast pn the brutalist of blocks in the borough In the East where I'm from, Connecticut's a wasteland Chased by the devil keep the metal in your waist band ... And we powerful as Kennedys March in a single file line like centipedes In Cape Cod to escape the commotion Late night yacht trips, bodies in the ocean A forty ounce full of potion We move by full moonlight in slow motion
{"The only thing we have to fear is, fear itself" - FDR}
[Chorus] So run for the hills (scream for help) Ain't nuttin to fear (but fear itself) So run for the hills (scream for help) Ain't nuttin to fear (but fear itself) (So run for the hills motherfucker) {"fear itself"} {*4x*}
[Apathy] We on that cracker-ass shit, hoods and bank robbers Switchin up kicks quicker than Mr. Rogers Sweater on my back, dressed like a Senator I'm Chris Hansen, about to catch a predator Newport mansion peekin through your window Job at a country club just for the info Deep in the woods in a circle like a pagan A young caucasian studyin Ronald Reagan So we speak Latin fluently Drink Olde E cause I love it what it do to me Fuck around, get a beat down brutally I'm like Judas, I'll stab you for jewelery O.G., ain't a damn thing new to me Pharaohe with a harem of hoes who love nudity Rhymes designed in barbarian time You check my crops, it's all alien signs Belt buckle with the Masonic mad black Starter Raider jacket an addict to witchcraft I'm the uzi, carryin, groupie, buryin Pass passwords to a secret librarian (shhhh) Access to the Vatican scriptures We posin for pictures with fingers on triggers And candle in cyphers, we tunnel under Rikers To break out my brothers and them outlaw bikers We the righteous
[Chorus] - minus first few words
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