would you expect any less from the at the top? for the beats, beats that go losing any war, lives in their hands, stringing all the losers up. while the winners write the history books defeated die bereft of life than an old jackson pollack painting cold and alone, and disintegrating, before the hail of there is silence, the pow i can get with and i can see it all now it's not funny 'cause when you think you're on the a-tip you it must be this fucking dark winter weather, i myself too much anyway it's like when i'm feeling happy i'm jealous of me you said you didn't my voice so i kept my jaw steeled well, people say i hold out like a holden fat mama it was hip automatically it's too much i shook my spa-spa-spazmatically
i the lines that you mend, "i've done it before", i said, "i'll do it again" i the lines that you mend, "i've done it before", i said, "i'll do it again, do it again"
don't point that thing at me unless you to use it bark out to the weakest at the back of the line it's season on the meek and the useless
but now you're staring out the t.v. with a smile on face squint, think and squeeze you can see me and the whites of my eyes predicting all over the place and we're really sorry for all the we made but now even if you could eat your own words you'd start a strike it's easy to us if you keep us all afraid kick sand up in my face i'm a wheel guard on your dirt bike the sicker the quicker, thicker, the fatter watch 'em all but the kicker, it doesn't matter i've got my tongue in my cheek so far it me mute heaven is a joke and hell is a lie, pay attention son 'cause these are to live by now watch me kick in the of the track like my mind was a steel toe boot
i erase the lines you mend, "i've done it before", i said, "i'll do it again" i erase the lines you mend, "i've done it before", i said, "i'll do it again, do it again" don't point thing at me unless you want to use it bark out abuses to the weakest at the of the line
it's open season on the meek and the squint, and squeeze when you can see me and the whites of my eyes the is all about consumption
and anyone and all the people in the street the is up for discussion they're pointing fingers and they're discreetly "who is that what's he done for his homeland?" all can see him, they know where he's going he knows their hopes will without the strength of his hand he feels so damn obvious he must be glowing he is ready for his sneak attack, he's gonna go do this and not look back "i have the answers for the questions been asking me, i relieve you of the burden of your six figure apathy, i am the dynamite, i am the glue, i never underestimate the enemy that's you do i never the enemy that's what you do i never the enemy that's what you do
don't point that thing at me unless you to use it
it's season 'cause it's good, good, good. don't point that thing at me unless you to use it
it's open on the meek and the useless bark out abuses to the weakest at the of the line squint, think and squeeze when you can see me and the of my eyes
bark out abuses to the weakest at the back of the don't point that thing at me you want to use it it's open season on the meek and the squint, think and squeeze you can see me and the whites of my eyes