So There I Was. Stranded, sweat on my brow and rage in my heart. But I continued up that piece of shit mountain. Now, I don’t know if it was the blazing sun beating down on me or just my mind playing tricks on me but… I began to feel the gaze of a thousand eyes preying down on me. Reality began to set in. But this reality isn’t actuality in this fucked up, twisted and contorted spit of land. Now i’ve heard the stories bout’ men never coming back, and the few that did, well, they weren’t men so much, not after what had been done to them. I traveled through the valley of Savages where ill hearted vultures outweigh the innocence of what mankind used to be. And yet I knew, this was only the beginning.
Y’all know me Still the same old Siege, everything low-key Chasing fame, aint shit really changed but the name but the flow still so unholy No friends, no need Need a Jolie nigga middle finger to the police Mad at me because I actually had some dreams passed bagging up groceries Now days everybody wanna talk, been a king since I learned how to walk Get down low mother fucker pay homage, people got eyes but they still stay blinded Welcome to the place where Faith can’t find us End of the world nigga everything timeless Born in the wild, please don’t mind us Cause when you in the jungle you can’t tame lions, God Going dumb on the beat, pack come through leave blood on street Only thing left is bones in our teeth, everything on fire that’s gorgeous to me What can I say yo a man’s gotta eat I done seen good friends just lie through their teeth Keep shit real no snakes in the team man Your ass can’t grow till’ you yank all the weeds Hold up, stop the rhyme I aint in a rush got lots of time I aint never really been the talking kind Niggas change more times than Optimus Prime Shady ass dudes can’t stop the shine, it’s a whole lot of cops doing lots of crime While the innocent men doing all the time The real Wasteland aint hard to find
Deal after deal, contract after contract and still nothing was full proof. It was time to cut their throats before they slit mine. It was more than about saving the girl and bringing her back, nah, this was about respect. Because you see in the Wasteland respect is the only dignity a man has left when dealing with such monsters. There’s really only two types of people: humans, and monsters; and these mother fuckers… they was monsters.
Y’all know us Still saying real stuff Aint shit changed up Walk through the land where the demons live I just wanna stay real like Geppetto’s kid Turn up the bass hoe raise the mids, see even as a kid I saw lots of shit People thought I never would amount to shit A blood test only time you niggas positive Now days everybody wanna talk, got bars like a hand full of chalk They say I got em’ up in arms, I’m racially charged God damn, frankly i’m shocked Politicking, we just want to know if God is listening This what happens when too many fathers missing Heating up and you dudes can’t stop the friction Never cut a man’s throat but the thought is tempting I’m a son of a gun guess that means i’m a bullet, my shit is the truest I wonder if Lincoln would sit in that booth if he knew it, would change up the future A thousand more years couldn’t make me wiser Can’t see the truth till’ you change the visor The truth aint always as far as it seems, aint nothing but sand in the land of the Kings
As the winds lashed across her soft skin I glanced upon the work I did; 5 dead men, but the only one I overlooked was the only one that mattered. The same knife that was pressed against her neck was now eight inches deep in the center of my back. Face down, sand turned red she left me for dead, as I watched her walk further into the Wasteland. Now, if there’s one thing I learned: the industry, she’s a real fuckin’ bitch.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
