Recognize, that I am not alive
I survive on the sands in the hourglass of time
I'm the chalk line, outline
Everything is mine
From the wind, to the earth
To the shadows, far behind
I'm the stars in the sky
An' I shine so bright
I'm eternal
I'm the reason that the day turns night
I'm the water and the sun
I'm the bullet in ya' gun
I'm the finger on the trigger
An' I'm 'bout to blast one!
I ain't ever gave a shit
All them bitches better recognize
A dead muthafucker on the block
An' I'm baptized in blood of the fallen keep it G
Go ahead, Yosemite Sam!
Fuck around, be the next hologram!
Big dog, way off the collar!
Don't bother, with a case
Can't keep me locked away, I need my space!
Goin' six feet deep!
Where the dead man sleeps!
With the rats that creep!
Am I blessed for weeks?
A-a-a-and the maggots still seep out of open wounds
Dressed like a vagabond
Trade the tattered ruines
I've been left for dead
Misread and misquoted, been stepped over
Unless a man would have voted
Under pressures of those
With the bloated egos
Sense of rightousness
An' the past that they chose
Never know the half, you would laugh!
So the path's goin' backwards, real fast!
That's why they laugh!
Recognize, that I am not alive
I survive on the sands, in the hourglass of time
I'm the chalk line, outline
Everything is mine
From the wind, to the earth
To the shadows far behind
I'm the stars in the sky
An' I shine so bright
I'm eternal
I'm the reason that the day turns night
I'm the water an' the sun
I'm the bullet in ya' gun
I'm the finger on the trigger
An' I'm 'bout to blast one!
It's all about broke, you bitches better hope
I 'on't see you on the streets
'Cause I'm going to your dome
With the handle of the 38 special
Fuck the tissue!
Facial reconstruction, from the beating that I issue
Fuck you, no one miss you!
You's a bitch!
It's official!
Talk that shit, get your neck slit quick
On some box cutter shit, off the graveyard shift
Laugh as blood drips
Yelling "Magic Ninja, bitch!"
You think you know me?
If only! You fuckin' phony!
Think a muthafucka can control me?
You can blow me!
An' blow balls, of the has-been stars as they fall
They about as relevant, as a mall
Beaten an' tired off last march of the end
Take your last five bucks, savor the last dance
You had your chance, did yo' thing, pop idols
Had everything in your grips
Jus' like you won the lotto!
Recognize, that I am not alive
I survive on the sands, in the hourglass of time
I'm the chalk line, outline
Everything is mine
From the wind
To the earth
To the shadows far behind
I'm the stars in the sky, an'
I shine so bright
I'm eternal
I'm the reason that the day turns night
I'm the water and the sun
I'm the bullet in ya' gun
I'm the finger on the trigger
An' I'm 'bout to blast one!