Connect to earth hard, stand tall, no Eckhart
Bury you in the same place the pride and tears of my sisters are
Boys throw their hands like they ain't scared to lose an arm
The School of Hard Knocks where we learn to never drop the guard
We stay calm in the middle of it
Raging storms, internal wars, big losses, little profit
Divine spark, still got it
Conduct a train of thought that no one's stopping
Go off the rails and splatter the blood of a false prophet
Without a grin or a grimace, eyes dark like Guinness
Got a darker cloud that rains punches on you, y'all ain't winning
Gas bags blow a lotta hot air from beginning
Threw one punch to your diaphragm, left you winded
I ain't scared of shit but myself when I'm pissed enough
Long line of fighters, tell you Mama throws that pistol up
Silent till she's spitting rounds, can't finish her, we're in it now
Drag you to a House of Pain
Ain't nothing else to do but jump around
Iapetus all day!