The monster bites the hand that feeds
Floods the streets with hate and greed
Cuts the thumbs of those who take
Bloody wars and twisted fate
Time will come when tides have turned
Stitches, wounds and lethal burns
Cradle til the child's asleep
But in my dreams I cry and wheep
Hearts crushed by the demons fist
You might end up on his list
Sow the seeds for what you need
But don't take fruit straight from the trees
Ladies and Gentlemen, Please welcome the Revolution!
Snow falls on the bodies rotting by the river bank
Kingpins in pressed suits, blood money, big banks
Here there ain't no will to live
And there ain't no god to thank
May not fall in with the sharks but they could have you walk the plank
The thing about this city is the moon is out on cold nights
Associate with hustlers know your body turning cold right
Cos they tho give a fuck about your sentience
And they don't give a fuck about attempting it
If they don't get the sentencing
You know lengths a man will go through for some money
This is Sayonara City, only leaving if you lucky
Walk round with a wooden stake I'm slaying demons like I'm Buffy
It's ugly
I'm so abundantly fed up of all the fuckery
It's obvious I'm tougher than any nigga up under me
Act of god, the thunder clap, cos no one drum for me
Picked up this rapping shit, it used to be so fun
Until squeezed the fruit of my labour and now I'm drinking Sunny D
Cut my achilles, cah it's not like they can run with me
All these abilities, it's not like they've just come to me
And if you rapping under 21 then you a son to me cos
No one really do it how and do, I'm the one to be
Snow falls on the bodies rotting by the river bank
Kingpins in pressed suits, blood money, big banks
Here there ain't no will to live
There ain't no god to thank
May not fall in with the sharks but they could have you walk the plank
The thing about this city is the moon is out on cold nights
Associate with hustlers
Know your body turning cold, right?
Cos they tho give a fuck about your sentience
And they don't give a fuck about attempting it
If they don't get the sentencing
All you see is grim deals
In the backstreets
Fathers wasting lives
Working hard in the factories
That can't satisfy a family, not satisfactory
Tryna take my wallet, trackstar, you can't catch me
Like I'm just hear to live
But why not get me paid
Had gyal bussing through the door
Like a crack den raid
So why they throwing shade
Can't catch in the dark
Lot of power in my heart
It's kinda like I'm Tony Stark
It's an emotional feeling
Knowing that you could've done so much better but gave up dreaming
Knowing that you coulda brought the team in
Have them popping bottles with foreign models
And they wouldn't believe it
So I got this hustle done in secret
Before the mandem see it
They'll be eating lobster out in egypt
I've been on the ball like pool queues
With the green tip
Freestyle oso casually, B Lou, Zias
Calculate your movements like
Franklin the 'Coke Lord'
Taken more Ls than I ever could hope for
Word of advice, you should drink less
Smoke more
Still I'm so sure, uh, our
Snow falls on the bodies rotting by the river bank
Kingpins in pressed suits, blood money
Big banks
Here there ain't no will to live
And there ain't no god to thank
May not fall in with the sharks but they could have you walk the plank
The thing about this city is the moon is out on cold nights
Associate with hustlers
Know your body turning cold right?
Cos they tho give a fuck about your sentience
And they don't give a fuck about attempting it
If they don't get the sentencing
*Standard CEO waffle*