Nature of the Beast
My talent is so violent, never get no silence
Blocks littered with limbs, bodies
And po' sirens
Murderous wordsmith, hold the flow tyrant
Feigning for fast cars, jewels
and dough piling
Got me caught out there living on hope island
Voices in my head that sing in a slow violin
Hang the fucking noose, get the rope
Tie him in
Tell the Pope he's old, tired, and fired
Now I am him
Kiss the ring, Mr slaine, vicious slang
Spitting all my writtens while I'm
Pissing in the drain
Violent thing, I'm a violent thing
Do you believe these slugs
From the iron sting?
Welcome to the jungle, I'm the lion king
Walking up inside the fire
Let the choirs sing
'Cause my pliers got a grip
On this entire thing
These streets, this game, man, you
See what I mean, man?
When your sky falls and your walls
Come crashing in on you
You're all alone now
That's just the nature of the beast
Strangers faces stare from different places
But I will die by myself right here 'fore
You ever take this shit from me
This changes the whole direction
Arranges my soul is pressing
Got your best friend's ex-girlfriend
On my swollen erection
I never knew the answer
So what I'm guessing
No but I'm blessing your whole
Dome with the holy progression
This solely and only aggression born
From a lonely depression
I paid my dues and this fucking
Game don't owe me for nothing
Only for Nathan, my poetry's pacing
My dreams walked in dark
Hallways of a basement
I was always so flagrant
So gutter, so street, so pavement
If this microphone is made of stone
Take my name and engrave it in
My behaviour has been bathed in sin
And washed in a bloody bath
Yeah, you and your buddies laugh
'til it got serious
Now you know just what he has
It ain't a fake ID or the HIV
It's an ability to slither with
The snakes I see
When your sky falls and your walls
Come crashing in on you
You're all alone now
That's just the nature of the beast
Strangers faces stare from different places
But I will die by myself right here 'fore
You ever take this shit from me
Peckerwood status, one man militia
Allahu akbar, Jihad, take my picture
Post me most wanted on the FBI
Been a rebel motherfucker since
I was knee-high i got Bush on his knees and
Popped one in his eye
It take a whole lot of kush
Trees to keep me high
Plus a whole lot of Benjamins to keep me fly
You ain't gots to keep up, boy
Don't even try
'Cause I've been a professional
Sinner from birth
Just spent my thirty-sixth Winter on Earth
Mr whitey got the IED
Suicide bombing on New York trains
Hot like top ramen
I like bitches with brains
I like diamond chains and brand-new sneakers
I like revolutionaries, love truth seekers
I spit for the heights
The crackheads and tweakers
When your sky falls and your walls
Come crashing in on you
You're all alone now
That's just the nature of the beast
Strangers faces stare from different places
But I will die by myself right here 'fore
You ever take this shit from me
