Lyrics:
You can't hack it though
So ridiculous, watching my crew get sick with this
Wickedness, pitchin' this, lyrical viciousness
To crews and cliques, made of men and mistresses
This is my life, the twilight and the fight night
And trying to see nothing but the highlights when I write
These eyes on horizons, die for my song, cry rhymes in Krylon
Fire on, move men telekinetically
Esoterically beat-speaking with clarity
Feel my verities, heroism of heresy
And sever every MC I see with severity
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
Why not
What I came
Why not
What I came
Why not
What I came
Why not give me what I came to deserve?
Luck runs out
Crawl from the wreckage one more time
Horrific memory twists the mind
Dark, rutted, cold and hard to turn
Path of destruction feel it burn
Still life, incarnation
Still life, infamy
Hallucination
Heresy
Still you run, what's to come, what's to be
'Cause we hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah
Luck runs out
You crawl back in
But your luck runs out
Luck runs out
The light that is not light is here
To flush you out with your own fear
You hide, you hide but will be found
Release your grip without a sound
Still life, immolation
Still life, infamy
Hallucination
Heresy
Still you run, what's to come, what's to be
'Cause we hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah
Luck runs out
You crawl back in, but your luck runs out
One, two, three, four
Then you crawl back in
Into your obsession
Never to return
This is your confession
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Luck runs out
You crawl back in, but your luck runs out
Your luck runs out
Luck runs out
Crawl from the wreckage one more time
Horrific memory twists the mind
Dark, rutted, cold and hard to turn
Path of destruction feel it burn
Still life, incarnation
Still life, infamy
Hallucination
Heresy
Still you run, what's to come, what's to be
'Cause we hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah
Luck runs out
You crawl back in
But your luck runs out
Luck runs out
The light that is not light is here
To flush you out with your own fear
You hide, you hide but will be found
Release your grip without a sound
Still life, immolation
Still life, infamy
Hallucination
Heresy
Still you run, what's to come, what's to be
'Cause we hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah
Luck runs out
You crawl back in, but your luck runs out
One, two, three, four
Then you crawl back in
Into your obsession
Never to return
This is your confession
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Luck runs out
You crawl back in, but your luck runs out
Your luck runs out
Et non estis vestri
Through a life of devotion
I've been quelling my urges to burst
I've been fighting the notion
To, by love, be coerced
I should have known not to give in
I should have known not to give in
Blasphemy, heresy
Save me from the monster that is eating me
I'm paralyzed
Blasphemy, heresy
Save me, from the bottom of my heart I know
I'm satanized
I'm satanized
I'm satanized
Like a deadly affliction
That is twisting and bending my core
I have begged God for the remedy
But I'm no longer sure
I should have known not to give in
I should have known not to give in
Blasphemy, heresy
Save me from the monster that is eating me
I'm laicized
Blasphemy, heresy
Save me, from the bottom of my heart I know
I'm satanized
From the bottom of my heart I know
I'm satanized
From the bottom of my heart I know
I'm satanized
I'm satanized
I'm satanized
To hope is admittance
Feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics
Reflected image
Don't be so selfish
Leave in me this
Follow it far
To find where you are
You haven't grown
Go on alone
Never finished his sentence
Remained in seclusion
For the next few days
The family circle noose
He had removed us
All the styles of heresy
Finally he appeared unexpectedly
Looking for company
Rise, above the lies
Morals on a backwards globe
A sin to you for me it's hope
It's my life and provision
Black or white some pay to pray
You question why they act this way
It's their fucking decision
No more judgment day
Only tranquility
Peace signs, protest lines
Mean nothing to me
Honesty
Born in me
Heresy
I know what's right or wrong
And my belief is stronger Than your advice
People, they go to war
Because religion gives them reason to fight, sacrifice
Sacrifice
A group that caters no one's fees
Or synthetic deities
Is where I belong
My stand is the human race
Without a label or a face
So they can lick my sack
No more judgment day
Only tranquility
Peace signs, protest lines
Mean nothing to me
Honesty
Born in me
Heresy
Honesty
Born in me
Heresy
Rise, above the lies
Morals on a backwards globe
A sin to you for me it's hope
It's my life and provision
Black or white some pay to pray
You question why they act this way
It's their fucking decision
No more judgment day
Only tranquility
Peace signs, protest lines
Mean nothing to me
Honesty
Born in me
Heresy
I know what's right or wrong
And my belief is stronger Than your advice
People, they go to war
Because religion gives them reason to fight, sacrifice
Sacrifice
A group that caters no one's fees
Or synthetic deities
Is where I belong
My stand is the human race
Without a label or a face
So they can lick my sack
No more judgment day
Only tranquility
Peace signs, protest lines
Mean nothing to me
Honesty
Born in me
Heresy
Honesty
Born in me
Heresy
You must burn
In the name of hell, it's been to conspire
Black figures loom as a dark desire
Inquisition your derailment
Tied to the stake, torching heresy, flame out
Killing all we've learned
History will burn, burn it
Smile as it burns to the ground
The perfect don't want you around
Question yourself, you may learn
You are the witch you must burn
You must burn
In the heat of the night
And the motion, light, feed the appetite
In the heat of the night
And the motion, light, feed the appetite
Smile as it burns to the ground
The perfect don't want you around
Question yourself, you may learn
You are the witch you must burn
You must burn
You must burn
You must burn
You must burn
I was talkin' to the whippoorwill
He says you got a corny trill
Bob White (I'm gonna swing tonight)
I was talkin' to the mocking bird
He says you are the worst he's heard
Bob White (I'm gonna swing tonight)
Even the owl tells me you're foul
Singing those lullaby notes
(Well, he is a bring down)
(He never could swing down)
(He ain't got my high notes)
There's a lot of talk about you, Bob
(Yeah) they're sayin' you're off the cob
(Why, that's heresy, I'll sue)
Fake it, (mm) Mr. B, (yeah go)
Take it, follow me, Bob White
We're gonna break it up tonight
Now, here's a wire from the whippoorwill
(You mean my old friend Will)
Who says you got a mellow drill
(Oh, ho, ho, yes, I have)
Bob White, (oh, ho, ho)
We're in the groove tonight
Now, here's another one from the mocking bird
(What does he have to say)
That you're the best he's heard
(Ho, ho, ho that's too absurd)
Bob White, (oh, ho, ho)
We really stole the light
Even the owl threw in a towel
After you sing staccato
(And the flamingo hollered up a jingle)
(What have we brought to)
Now the consensus of opinion
(Oh, ho, ho, what does the consensus say)
That you are a solid will
(Ho, ho, ho, yes, I am)
Sing on, Mr.B
(I'm gonna swing on merrily)
Bob White
We really broke it up tonight, Bob
Trapped inside this ball of confusion
Thoughts of death lead me astray
Prying eyes reveal a lost illusion
I shall resist when evil comes my way
When minds collide
War of the worlds
Speaking in tongues of the unholy
As God is my witness
I swear there'll be hell to pay
As God is my witness
I will prevail until the end of days
Defiance makes me climb the highest mountain
To freely breathe the air that I demand
If I can crush the nightmares of oblivion
The tide will turn and bring me back to land
Man's destiny invokes heresy
Speaking in tongues that spit out fire
As God is my witness
I swear there'll be hell to pay
As God is my witness
I will prevail until the end
As God is my witness
I swear there'll be hell to pay
As God is my witness
I will prevail until the end of days
Zadkiel's unholy war begins
They crawl to Jacob's ladder
No forgiveness for their sins
(Sins, sins, sins, sins)
Man's destiny invokes heresy
Feeding the minds of the unholy
When minds collide war of the worlds
Speaking in tongues that spit out fire
As God is my witness
I swear there'll be hell to pay
As God is my witness
I will prevail until the end
God is my witness
I swear there'll be hell to pay
As God is my witness
I will prevail until the end of days
I hope you have fun rotting in hell
Swim the witch, slay the infidel
Suck a dick, heretic
I hate you
And I'd like to see you burn, burn, burn
So tell all your friends
This is the end of everything
Too late to repent
The wicked will reap what they sow
We will sanctify (rise, my brethren)
Purify (purge out the sin)
Rejoice in their sorrow and sing
All hail next gen (all hail next gen)
Can I get an amen?
Somebody call the exorcist
This is heresy, the child is possessed
(Subjugate the apostate)
Don't you know
You're so six-six-sick?
Yeah, you fanatics prey on me, hate on me
Patiently waiting to watch me bleed
Get your head from out of my ass
Got me feeling like a human centipede
Just let me breathe
Stay the fuck away from me
I don't really want me
As my own enemy
So tell all your friends
This is the end of everything
Too late to repent
We'll bathe in the blood of the damned
We will sanctify (rise, my brethren)
Purify (purge out the sin)
Rejoice in their sorrow and sing
All hail next gen (all hail next gen)
Can I get an amen?
Hey hey America
You're some kind of crazy island
You're a place where dreams can grow
And there's history in your mansions
Good fortune in your plantings
You're well respected we all know
Hey hey America
Let's check your children
And see what they might know
Hey hey America
With your salesmanship and your salaries
And your strip malls a growing
And your handguns and your heresies
Don't hold no responsibility
In this land of easy millions
Hey hey America
It's so thrilling to see you grow
You're some kind of crazy island
You're some kind of crazy island
Well I prefer a sunny day
I just thought maybe I'd live a little bit longer that way
I don't think we should look the same
Or talk the same
Yeah I think it's a shame
And hey hey America
Across the new horizon
Are you sure that's the way we should go
'Cause I don't know
Maybe it's too late for all that
And hey hey America
You're wrapped up in your red, white and blue
Hey hey America
Wrapped up in yourself and your red, white and blue
Hey hey America
You're some kind of crazy island
You're some kind of crazy island
Hey hey America
You're some kind of crazy island
You're a place where dreams can grow
And there's history in your mansions
Hey hey America
You're some kind of crazy island
Some kind of crazy island
At the council of priests that was held the next day
They decided to banish the old flute away.
They couldn't knock heresy out of it's head,
So they bought Bob a new one to play in it's stead.
'Twas fastened and burned at the stake as a heretic.
Save me
I'm trapped in a vile world
Where the end game's all the same as every other
We're only here to die
Save me
I'm losing my only dream
I can use some guiding light
Some place to go
If you hear me let me know
If you hear me let me know
Aaaah
Help me find my way
I said help me find my way
No pulse inside of me
Stone cold-lips and heresy
All lies and to a degree
Losing who (who) I wanna be
You'll find out right now as
He maybe out of his mind
But some day you will find
That sanity's left us all blind
And dragged us all behind
A moment seen through those eyes
Crystal blue disguise
They say that all beauty must die
I say it just moves on
If you'd only open your mind
Then someday you will find
Insanity's left us behind
And walked right through the door
I can see the pictures clear
As yesterday pictures of my own
I can hear the voices begging you to stay
But know you're not alone
Save me,
I'm trapped in a vile world
Where the end game's all the same as every other
We're only here to die
Save me
I'm losing my only dream
I can use some guiding light
Some place to go
If you hear me let me know
If you hear me let me know
Tonight we all die young
Tonight we all die young
Tonight we all die young
Tonight we all die young
Tonight we all die young
Tonight we all die young
Tonight we all die young
Tonight we all die
Tonight we all die young
I was talkin' to the whippoorwill
He says you got a corny trill
Bob White (I'm gonna swing tonight)
I was talkin' to the mocking bird
He says you are the worst he's heard
Bob White (I'm gonna swing tonight)
Even the owl tells me you're foul
Singing those lullaby notes
(Well, he is a bring down)
(He never could swing down)
(He ain't got my high notes)
There's a lot of talk about you, Bob
(Yeah) they're sayin' you're off the cob
(Why, that's heresy, I'll sue)
Fake it, (mm) Mr. B, (yeah go)
Take it, follow me, Bob White
We're gonna break it up tonight
Now, here's a wire from the whippoorwill
(You mean my old friend Will)
Who says you got a mellow drill
(Oh, ho, ho, yes, I have)
Bob White, (oh, ho, ho)
We're in the groove tonight
Now, here's another one from the mocking bird
(What does he have to say)
That you're the best he's heard
(Ho, ho, ho that's too absurd)
Bob White, (oh, ho, ho)
We really stole the light
Even the owl threw in a towel
After you sing staccato
(And the flamingo hollered up a jingle)
(What have we brought to)
Now the consensus of opinion
(Oh, ho, ho, what does the consensus say)
That you are a solid will
(Ho, ho, ho, yes, I am)
Sing on, Mr.B
(I'm gonna swing on merrily)
Bob White
We really broke it up tonight, Bob
If this is what it's like to be unholy, man
If this is what it's like to be lost
I will take this heresy
Over your hypocrisy
And count any cost
If this is what it's like to be empty again
If this is what it's like to be adrift
I will take this darkness
Over any light you cast
You and all your original sin
Carry on
Carry on
'Cause there's no evil in a child's eyes
Carry on
There is still a stillness
Over the deep
And there is still a word in the night
The day blind stars
Over our heads again
Wait with their light
Carry on
Carry on
'Cause there's no evil in a child's eyes
Carry on
'Cause there's no evil in a child's eyes
It was made and it was good
Carry on
Carry on
Carry on
Carry on
At a council of priests that was held the next day
They decided to banish the Old Flute away;
They couldn't knock heresy out of its head
So they bought Bob another to play in its stead.
And the Old Flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic
'Twas fastened and burnt at the stake as heretic.
To hope is admittance
Feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics
Reflected images
Don't be so selfish
Leaving me this
Follow it far
To find where you are
You haven't grown
Go on alone
Never finished his sentence
Remained in seclusion
For the next few days
Family is circuling
He having moved up
All the styles of heresy
Finally he appeared unexpectedly
Looking for company
To hope is admittance
Feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics
Reflected images
Don't be so selfish
Leaving me this
Follow it far
To find where you are
You haven't grown
Go on alone
Never finished his sentence
Remained in seclusion
For the next few days
Family is circuling
He having moved up
All the styles of heresy
Finally he appeared unexpectedly
Looking for company
To hope is admittance feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics reflected image
Don't be so selfish leave in me this
Follow it far to find where you are
You haven't grown go on alone
Never finished his sentence
Remained in seclusion for the next few days
The family circle noose he had removed us
All the styles of heresy
Finally he appeared unexpectedly
Looking for company
To hope is admittance
Feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics
Reflected image
Don't be so selfish
Leave in me this
Follow it far
To find where you are
You haven't grown
Go on alone
Never finished his sentence
Remained in seclusion
For the next few days
The family circle noose
He had removed us
All the styles of heresy
Finally he appeared unexpectedly
Looking for company
I heard you sing a rebel song
Sung it loud and all alone
We can't afford the things you save
We can't afford the warranty
Well I see you walking in the glare
Down the county road we share
Our southern blood my heresy
Damn that ol' confederacy
It took a, long time to
Become the thing, I am to you
And you won't, tear it apart
Without a fight, without a heart
I'm sorry for what you've learned
When you feel the tables turn
To run so hard in your race
Now you found who set the pace
The landed aristocracy
Exploiting all your enmity
All your daddies fought in vain
Leave you with the mark of Cain
It took a, long time to
Become the thing, I am to you
And you won't, tear it apart
Without a fight, without a heart
It took a, long time to
Become you, become you
The center holds so they say
(It never held too well for me)
It never held too well for me
(The center holds so they say)
I won't stop short for common ground
(That vilifies the trodden down)
That vilifies the trodden down
(I won't stop)
The center held the bonded slave
For the sake of industry
The center held the bloody hand
Of the executioner man
It took a, long time to
Become the thing, I am to you
And you won't, tear it apart
Without a fight, without a heart
It took a
Long time to
Become you
Become you
It took a
Long time to
Become you
Become you
These brothas passin me and they all rollin
Fly coups they throw some d's on but they still ain't got the truth
They blow they cheese on it then they die and what's the use
I'm so secure in jesus all I want in life is fruit
I I don't need no fast money
Nope
Don't need a fast car
Yeah the faith is a race but I't ain't a nascar
Homeie you and god got beef cause you keep
Chasin money like them hundreds got feet
Buddy wanna be rich but even 50 done said that
He still feel hungry even tho he got bread
Make em throw away they life got em runnin from feds
Love of money's like crack both of em will leave you dead
When you die and face god ain't nothing left to be said
Instead of chasing the truth you take a lie to the head
And homie all I can do tell you what jesus said
Repent and turn from your sin cause the kingdom of god's at hand
People they want chesse american mozzerella
The enemies rat trap might snap any second
'm like that dude in matthew who after finding a treasure
Gave all he had to get it that's a real go getta
People dying over wood grain chrome and some leather
They got expensive tastes but the faith tastes better
I know the ice wet but the living water wetter
But don't believe me read the 13 letters
Or you can the torah the gospel and all the prophets
But homie I promise you'll never profit chasing profit
Now look at 1 timothy 6 it's so clear
You chase the money and wind up in a snare
Now a vow of poverty no it's not there
But you pursue god the rest he takes care
You don't step on his back in order to get rich
If you do then you're in sin and ordered to repent
You come come to christ for god
You come to daddy for worship
He ain't take that cross to fund your vanity purchase
Even though we all agree that death is certain
It seems we believe there's banks beyond earth (that's crazy)
Money dough cash paper
If it was a woman I promise I used to date her
Now that we broke up she be callin ya boy a hater
Cause all I do is use her for golorifying my maker
My treasures in heaven christ is my satisfaction
If I was broke I'd be richer than folkv never had em
God is the gospel not a new bentley
Was empty and he gave us life and that's plenty
Get me homie I could spend six centries
Simply saying I'm satisfied in the sensie
An it's sickening, that knowing god ain't
Enough we gotta tell em they can get rich quickly
Now this is heresy
False it's not true
2nd corinthians chapter 8 and verse 2
Read that and please believe that forget c-note man
They pockets was e-flat
They still had joy
At the council of priests that was held the next day
They decided to banish the old flute away.
They couldn't knock heresy out of it's head,
So they bought Bob a new one to play in it's stead.
'Twas fastened and burned at the stake as a heretic.
