Yeah
We about to twist this shit up right here
(As we cross over into a new millennium)
It might be too strong for some
So I suggest you motherfuckers buckle the fuck up
(See what I'm saying?)
Where you gonna hide, hah
Rags to rags, how does the stone turn to static?
Its tragic, drop 'em lie a bad force of habit
Not dramatic, traumatic got me turning in my sleep
Pencil pushin' putos, motherfuck critiques
No defeat, complete, never sleep 'n never will
And just like "the real", I've entered my time to kill
Climbing the ring, I'm gonna wear away the doubt
Cause if I dug my own grave then I can dig myself out
Come on, come on
Check it, check it, check it
Takers, fakers, barrel bottom scrapers
Separating family from those phony money makers
Papers stuffed, rolled and laced with a lesson
Vapors graced so aftertaste is faced with confession
End of session blessin' first impressions stressin' thinking twice
And blaming my aggressions on some other world's advice
So slice, split, splice and pay the price that it brings
But I can stand on my own I don't need strings
I'm not fuckin' split
I'm comin' out swingin' so heads be spinning
Bringing on the subject to keep the ear drums ringing
I'm comin' out swingin' with ties unstringing
Splitting up the frame for a whole new beginning
Cannot be controlled
Cannot be controlled
Cannot be controlled
Cannot be controlled (I'm comin' out swingin')
Cannot be controlled
Cannot be controlled
Cannot be controlled
Cannot be controlled
I've told so many lies
Built too many walls
Broken too many hearts
Shed too many tears
Burned too many bridges
Taken too many falls
Buried too many friends
I've buried too many fears
Shit's pumpin' body's are jumpin' waiting for something or somebody
Up in the party to get the head bumpin'
Split it up, hit it up, but get it up
While I set it up, causing confusion we wet it up
From the drum tracks, guitar strum and high strung
And fine tuned, the time is too soon so let it hum
From the power lung, the time come to make it happen
Over the bother some bitches who want to jack it up
Track it up, pick it up, you better stick it up
Dope shit all over the table you gotta lick it up
I'm comin' out swingin' with heads just spinning
Bringing on the subject to keep the ear drums ringing
I'm comin' out swingin' with ties unstringing
Splitting up the frame for a whole new beginning
I'm comin' out swingin'
I'm comin' out swingin'
I'm comin' out swingin'
I'm comin' out swingin'
I'm comin' out swingin'
I'm comin' out swingin'
I'm comin' out
I'm comin' out, motherfucker hah hah hah
Splitt
Family feuds and family ties
Now you can sew them shut but I see through your eyes
(Track it up, pick it up)
Through the surface, through the lies
And through your ability to hypnotize
Now my road is split and I can see no ends
I've got angel's wings mixed with plastic friends
I got two paths to choose and I can't decide
Too little, too late, two worlds divide
And our worlds divide
And our worlds divide
And our worlds divide
So you better choose your side
Splitt
And our worlds divide
And our worlds divide
And our worlds divide
And our worlds divide