Intro

(álbum: The White Man Is The Devil Vol.1 - 2005)

As I was going up the stairs I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today. I wish, I wish he'd go away
Where did you learn that? Where'd you learn that poem?
I made it up when I was a kid. I made it up
What else do you remember from back then?
[Laughs] Don't beat around the bush, doc. Don't beat around the bush, don't beat around the bush, don't beat around the bush, doc!
Who am I speaking to what right now? What should I call you?

My name is Slaine and I'm back. I'm back, motherfuckers! I know you heard the word on the street, yeah. I ain't got a buzz for no reason. A lot of chittering and chattering. Keep talking shit. Is he nice? Is he not? You be the judge

It's been a long time since you might have seen me or heard of me
Rumours that I OD'd, OG's that murdered me (Oh please)
My whole steez knocking on death's door
Respirators, doctors pressing my chest
George is back from the dead, Slaine is back to reveal it
Brain is still on those drugs like an egg you cracked in the skillet
Got a segment that hate me maybe, a faction that feel it
I'm a keep rational rationally, I'm back to kill it
Heard the whisperers whisper, heard the snips and the snickers
The vicious chittering chattering from the mischievous bitches
And I'm sick of the bickering and the stupid indifference
If the white man is the devil this is Lucifer's kitchen
With a ruthless addiction on the cuckoo that's cooking
Not a ballerina but carry a two-two in Brooklyn
I'm a crook with a crooked rhyme pattern
Mind scattering, fuck battling, talking
I'm leaving the nines chattering
My squad is DMS, yes, you may need a rest, yes
They're deceiving in jest, put you in the EMS
This is no backpacking, I'm back cracking
It's that cracker whose rap smack of a certain vernacular
Walking a thin line that flirts with spectacular
Scratch that, I don't even flirt with disaster
I harass her like Kobe, fuck her in the ass after
I'm taking the first snicker and having the last laughter
The psychopathic bastard slash pastor slash rapper
Slash actor, leave you slashed and hacked up
Blast master, crash classic spazzing with the flow pattern
That you couldn't imagine having
Passing avenues you couldn't travel or fathom
I have em unravelling, dabbling, babbling
Stabbing myself in the abdomen
I'm a ravishing maverick with the clarinet larynx
That's sturdy and worthy of science experiments
Demons and spirits are just out of my heritage
Here I come, cause like my ear is numb every time I hear the drum
I'm a freak of night, scared of the sun
Let me remind you one time exactly where I'm from
This is Zero Street