Текст: Mr. Skurge. Other. No Secret.

[Mr. Skurge]
My weapons of elimination
Dispersed first and of the earth
To say goodbye
The sound of war doves cry
Bring a controled urine
And tears for I
Open the amount of drought
Days run dry
But my focus is like raining
Rappers decapitating gods
Move slow with the
Eye on prize
Not worried about the other
Shotguns, fruits of my labor
Soon to be sun-dried or deep-fried
Whichever one hurts more
I'm still to decide
Homeboys and beats will be denied
No eat to the days
No room to get high
(pump motherfucker) The sky's the limit
I rethought my situation I'm not ready to die
Like the late great even though
I think about it half-baked sitting on my bedside
Sometimes suicide
I realized the mission ain't
Over me, a covert commander
Search for infinite
Till the time they read miranda rights
These days he roams free
Waiting to get one in his sights
Maybe one day
My radio or gun play
Until that day
We stay beneath the surface
Everyone stay beneath the surface
Everyday every one day everyone say

[Chorus x2]
All snakes bite even though
All poisons don't affect you
I seen to many anxious rappers
Grabbing mics like homosexuals
Grab dicks I prick my finger
Made the blood oh...
We toasted Hip Hop a long time ago
It ain't no secret

The beacon was visible
I came to the light thinking that being invisible
Might do some things that make our parents proud
Thought should have been broadcasted out loud
Now I wear a shroud of anger plus I'm a little stranger
Now that I'm used to being a pest
I haven't lost my sene of direction
Or found my place at last
Spending time in my room
Pouring out thoughts on pads
Like a chemist with a flask
Designing a drink
To cure my own self-affliction
Turn to grim affliction
If you got some beef meet me at the benediction
Until then keep slivering
And I'll keep wishing

[Chorus x1]