(verse 1 - Natti)nArctic perspiration, heartless and impatientnNo angel just a devil from shoulder to shoulder pacinnFillin my gaze with hate, eyes cold as Alaskan basementsnAim at rappin clay targets while labels move like the MasonsnI hang around outside of their building amonst the vagrantsnDangerous as loaded stainless, Majority versus minoritynCool as Cube's bat cocked back at the PrioritynWarning the flashlight cops to stop where they standnAs I proceed to beat the publishing up out of this mannI tell him get the fuck upnThey yellin how could he stand?nI don't expect him to, bitchnI pound him close to the landnLouisville Slugger cover every inch of his noggin bobbinnWith every strike, askin what Heaven likenThe reverend might, when he visit that isnIf his spirit is near itnBut if you yell toward Hell he'd hear it more vividnBut I'm under slumber, you get it? to live it I'd have to let you allnn(verse 2 - Deacon)nOnce upon a time I seen it clearer than the bluest daynGot off in some crimes, seen that line turn bluish greynQ&A with self about murder, pussy & politicsnWord around hte world is money and I want all of itnWOrld crooked like St. Ides, eye's acknowledge thisnJust ask them Virginia Tech college kidsnWhile ya'll wait for apologies, I'm low like a foxnGet between me and yo rocks and I'll put yo ass in a boxnI feel the odds favor robbin a world without GodnMoney's the language of humanity, gimme Visa cardsnI need ya cash and ya car, before I smash ya facadenOrwatch this classic toy make you collapse to the sodnUnder the yard boynSince a child these thoughts lurkin in my shadowsnI heard em placin wagers on how well I'd face my battlesnAccelerate to adult, failed but never falterednI'm standing upon rock that'd make powder out Gibralternn(verse 3 - Kno)nFumblin with a sweat on my fingers, something impetuous lingersnBecome infected with feeling so I'm electing this eveninnTo end my life without reason cus I'm indicted for treasonnClosin my eyes and I'm leakin, drag the knife til I'm bleedinnCus its light that I'm seeking, feels only right that I'm meetinnWith Jesus seeking redemption but he don't need my repentancenFor he who feels my intentions sees that my deepest depressionnIs feeding me to these demons that lurk and feed on my essencenThe pain is deep in my chest and I keep repeatin my blessinsnEver since a meek adolescence that saw me beaten by freshmennParents repeatedly sentenced, heroin needles on dressersnThey used to feed their infection, I can't repeat indescretionsnSo I pause for reflection, long for honest affectionnAnd gettin lost in the music is only soothin for stretchesnCus if you knew where my head is, when I'm doing these recordsnYou'd never listen to my music again, I can't let you