Freestyle
Major League
I'm on deadly ground
Hellbound
It seems to be a long way home
I see
Nothing but broken public telephones
No way to call for backup
No way to dial 9-1-1
No where to turn
No where to run
No where to hide if i collide with organisms
Of another nature
I'll just be a statistic up in your morning paper
These alleyways seem unfamiliar as i step in puddles
Turning corners peepin' bunches of alleycats in huddles
No subtle plottin' and schemin'
Fiendin', they're out to git ya
Ask fame
Fuck a frame, they'll blow you out the picture
Hit you with flying objects
Unidentified sеrial numbers unlisted
Yet still thе situation's gettin' deeper
There ain't no turnin' back against the horror of the reaper
He'll put you in the sleeper
The cliff is dippin'
Steeper
The keeper's here to give you hell
Unless you have a soul to sell
Saved by the bell
Ring the alarm
They'll do you harm with their charm
Leave you unknown
Birds pickin' at your dome
Forget the ambulance
Them n***as leave you for dead
Applying pressure couldn't even help you stop the bloodshed