[Intro: Samples and Scratches]
(I get involved with characters
And I think characters very interesting
I like to explore them and see where we go with the character)

[Verse 1: Deca, Mane Rok & Ichiban]
I can see your ribcage through your shirt, starvin' for attention
Mastered the art of aggression with the hardened expression
I've seen the type numerous times, nothin' new to me
If it was [?] henchmen he'd probably lose his teeth
Close your lips, I know you're shit
Slowly lick any [?] with fame
[?] he got [?] with booties but I seen 'em
Deviant demons quick to take in the semen of their mans favourite famous rapper, that's grounds to slap her
What about those backstabbers, slitherin' snakes for your blood ready to strike
[?] the eye ending a life with venomous bites
That [?] within a type that pose as friends
And waitin' for that moment when you're openin'
Your back is turnin' vulnerable with no [?]

Some choose to super glue pipes to their lips
Screamin' lifes a bitch, I might as well try to hide from it
All filthy lab rats in the newspapers you read about
Are the one hiring amphetamine addicts to clean the house

Wives wives, lives lives hidden in the closet
Conscious of the actions [?] macking the mailman and he
Who delivers pelvic melts so she trapped around a lover
Can't wait to see what happens with what her husband discovers
Uncover another brother that acts hard but is a coward
Stays strapped and packs a gat cause he thinks it gives him power
He's quick to pistol whip anybody that stares him down
He's claimin' that he's a gangsta but still livin' in his parents house
Lifesyles from the view of short bussians
Couple of roughians connecting over this [?] land
Punching [?], late hours
Man there must be those degenerate rappers conducting character studies
But what about your reflection, can't disregard that
Your imperfections, numbskulls rockin' hard hats
Connection, something a bit different
A gifted intent to notice yourself in this instant

Primal instinct and a concrete jungle has me feeling savage
Prone to pointing fingers got to get rid of that filthy habit
Open the blinds and reveal the madness lurking about
Interpreting shouts, rock clutchers circlin' routes


(((WORK IN PROGRESS
However I don't feel like working on this song as of right now, I am at school and this isn't his best song plus I got past the good part so ya know)))