Here we go now, here we, here we
Here we go now, here we, here we
Listen with your ears
I will not stop
'Till I O.D.
Until I drop
Y'all better watch me
I will not stop
'Till I O.D.
Until I drop
Y'all better watch me
Ladies and gentlemen
Right now you are about to witness-
A making of a whole new part-
In a human's personality
A whole new-
Spectrum of character-
That is associated with fight or flight reflexes
Hence, the title
Okay, 3, 2, 1, let's get-
Feel like I' m hunkered in this building of drifters
The headaches and migraines they come in waves and never alter
Can't help but worry bout my brother and my sisters
The faces I will face to when I come out of this poster
Feel like I' m hunkered in this building of drifters
The headaches and migraines they come in waves and never alter
Can't help but worry bout my brother and my sisters
The faces I will face to when I come out of this poster
I will not stop
'Till I O.D.
Until I drop
Y'all better watch me
I will not stop
'Till I O.D.
Until I drop
Y'all better watch me
I got an errand on my hands, gotta make it to the top
Gotta smoke these tico's if I see them on the block
Lookin for the fucking chance so I fire till they stop
Gotta get all the muthafuckers tryna make me pop
Eyes on the side when my feelings are burning
Prize on the side and some killings for some earning
Let the car slide at the medium turn
Nothing left to lose so it's time for us to hurt
Why is everybody good till they do something bad
Why is everybody cool till they get something sad
Why ain't everybody doin something good to the bad
We could've stayed away, like, walk away glad
Cuz I got somethin on the line
And it's a list of all your lies
If I confess a lil something I would feel alive
Instead I stall, making this fucking song
Carry my weight along covering my ears and eyes like
"Coast is clear. move it. stack up. flashing, cover your eyes."
Eyes blinded like a hostage in a swat raid
Flashes bangin' on my carpet it's a boss stage
Lies slither as I water on my old age
I'll be there when I make it to the top stage
Little ammo in my mag better not waste
Lookin for the fuckin path better make haste
I can feel it in my blood as I make way
Wadin' in the fuckin swamp it's a bad day
Bullets hitting on my body it's an ass-kiss
As I look into the angel with the hatchet
Asking questions like "how is it gonna happen?"
What kinda vision am I getting in last bit?
Am I dying in a silver plated casket?
Will my siblings and my children get some cash-ins?
Will my living be remembered like the Jacksons?
Will I wrinkle when the angels wanna have me?
Come with me this is an adventure
(All the cracks and the bangs and the crashes
All the lack of sanity and all the madness)
To a place where you will remember
(All the black and the white and the pink
All the reds in my jacket I am bleeding)
Please don't mind if it's hard to render
(All the cracks and the- all the-
All the cracks and the bangs and the crashes)
Cuz in this place of mine there is no surrender
(All the black and the white and the pink
All the reds in my jacket I am bleeding)
All the cracks and the bangs and the crashes
All the lack of sanity and all the madness
All the black and the white and the pink
All the reds in my jacket I am bleeding