Verse 1
Cuz I had up to here with this misery
And pain
I could take losses all year
And still report a gain
I could walk into a lion's den
Put clippers to they mane Give em all a bald fade
See, we are not the same
This is not a game
Got angels protecting me
Demons doing my bidding
The devil invested in me
Keeping me alive for a time that's yet
To be seen
The ending gon be tumultuous, most
Definitely
I can't explain why Clay-Doh spit the
Firе like a geyser
I can't еxplain why the game treated
Me like the Messiah
I can't explain why this bitch out my league want me inside her
But I'ma
Rise to the top like bubbles on apple
Cider
You fuckin with Stryder
The empire, long been in the ruins
But it's sure to resurface like the
Waves in a typhoon is
Sacred rites by bonfire with druids
You might construe it Holy matrimony of Heaven and Earth
Be where the truth is
I told y'all ama burn it to the ground
And I meant
If not for nothing more than the fact
That you're against it
Swimming pool full of blood
I dive in, I ain't Kendrick
Never started the beef but ama finish
It
Chorus
Trying to pay my debts Society wants my neck
Signing the checks with blood
A treasure chest full of sweat My art is worth millions
Costs the same as a breath
I'll be givin y'all my best Even it cost me my death
You can bet
It gon get better fore it get's worse
Fuck the purse
I did it for the nookie, Fred Durst
I pick the mic with no gloves even if it was cursed
Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin
You in a hearse
Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin
You in a hearse
Puttin you in a hearse
I pick up the mic with no gloves even if it was cursed
Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin
You in a hearse
Verse 2 (Canibus) The Edelman Trust Barometer
Is a social thermometer
For the reason that we live like
Communists
Social credit system
I'm Mr. Sigma
Male on a mission
Don't compare dick size with em
That's why I'm winnin
Mother fuckers ain't gon stop me
From livin
I do what I want, n****
Banzai
No time to die
Dead men don't get wifi
On the beach with boondocks and ta
Tas
Rhymes reindigeonize
But I don't diss people this time
Cuz love it still love, let's rise
Counter gentrify with a smile
Wow
Hip Hop is nearly 60 years old now
Chorus
Trying to pay my debts
Society wants my neck
Signing the checks with blood
A treasure chest full of sweat
My art is worth millions
Costs the same as a breath I'll be givin y'all my best
Even it cost me my death
You can bet
It gon get better fore it get's worse
Fuck the purse
I did it for the nookie, Fred Durst
Pick the mic with no gloves even if it was cursed
Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin
You in a hearse
Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin
You in a hearse
Puttin you in a hearse I pick up the mic with no gloves even
If it was cursed
Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin you in a hearse
Verse 3
Cuz we just stuck in this game with no kind of guidance
No choice but to play blindly
And hope to find alignment
I would say it's hell but then how
Would I define it?
Never heard from the Oracle
All the psychics went silent (what the
Hell?)
Can't seem to reap rewards without
The side kicks in a vice grip (unh)
All praise to God
I'm only livin out of spite cuz my
My papyrus: Osiris haters don't like it I'd have em all suck my dick but some of them might bite it (haanh) Ama bring to the public them acts against God done in private (yeah) Next time the fascists united I noticed they been dyin the reason God is smilin (ayyye)
I ain't savin Private Ryan (fuck that)
I would put my foot on they throat but
Droppin faster than flies and that's
Chorus
Trying to pay my debts
Society wants my neck
Signing the checks with blood
A treasure chest full of sweat
Signing the checks with blood
A treasure chest full of sweat
My art is worth millions
Costs the same as a breath
I'll be givin y'all my best Even it cost me my death
You can bet
It gon get better fore it get's worse
Fuck the purse
I did it for the nookie, Fred Durst
I pick the mic with no gloves even if it
Was cursed
Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin
You in a hearse
Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin
You in a hearse
Puttin you in a hearse
I pick up the mic with no gloves even
If it was cursed
Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin
You in a hearse
