Habitat
(专辑: The Audacity Of Coke - 2009)
[Ill Bill:] It's the
habitat of the
gasmask, suitcase nukes Exploding iPhones, artificial intelligence to cyborgs Every man, woman, and child shall be identified By a
microchip implanted and injected in the
eye Peep how they operate, beat you in the
mouth with rape Fuck you in their face, bang you in their crown with shanks Navigate through crowds of snakes, pounds of shake Miles of flakes, that dickface's smiles is fake Produce rage like Tom Morello out for scrilla Move weight like an eBay Power Seller My sounds of terror beat games Mega Therion Carry on, life is like an epic The
chariots of God, lost children scheming to floss Sum up'll cost billions, dollars in digital Monsters with pistols who transcend beyond the
physical Rocket launcher missiles cruise like the
words I
use Until collisions prove catastrophic Satanic prophets in space capsule cockpits Watching demons and angels clashing in the
moshpits Welcome to the
Apocalypse, the
final step, the
final conflict The
final concept is not death, listen... [Vinnie Paz:] Everybody is a
cyborg and the
recession is fake They had me fucked up giving a
confession to jake I
ain't wanna get knocked but I
guess it was fate I'm a
fallen angel, a
descendant of apes I'm an ancient astronaut, I'm from the
Nephilim race Biochip is here so you get arrested and raped Hitler never died, they just faked his death and escaped It was genocide but they never questioned the
hate I
was petrified, now I
rock a
vest and I'm safe And these stupid motherfuckers have obsession with faith The
world's welfare rests with the
congressional snakes This is Hell here, just look at the
president's face All I
saw was darkness at presidental debates My mind too strong moving at exceptional pace And the
AR-15 just leveled the
place Now we live in Thunderdome unacceptable place [Slaine:] Got a
crazy feeling, certain people watching me walk I'm too high to know who the
fuck's dropping me off Why the
fuck my knuckles are so covered in blood Somehow I
got a
funny feeling that the
government does Check one: no bank account, no bills in my name Check two: no jobs, taxes, or children to claim Fuck I
think they can trace me, basically chase me Erase me in facing the
paper they basically Made me famous, I
hate this, I'm wasted I'm strapped on my back like a
fucking lunatic patient I'm not going crazy, they're swearing I'm maybe Erica, please take care of the
baby Baby, don't be hysterical, hysteria's hazy Always knew how my mysterious ways be You just thought I
was lazy on the
couch Instead I
was feeling the
taste of the
gun in my mouth Ouch!