Acclimated Assa**in - Stalingrad Theory lyrics

[Verse One] I'm overdosing on my goals I guess there's no plan B I can't see, the windows frozen and my van has no heat I go to sleep, cold and lonely my devotion is deep I hope to be noticed from Nola to Nova Scotia to Crete For what I wrote to the beat I think the most perfect quote I ever read was about this great warrior who burned his boat He and his army torched all chance of escape Retreating wasn't in the plans, the life of each man was at stake So naturally when the battle came nobody f**ed around at all d**h was not an option They crushed em' and tumbled down the wall It's all the same. I've found it's law With music, Battles, or Basketball If you don't scrap with every ounce of pa**ion Then that's a ma**ive flaw Those are just the facts involved Practice til' you collapse and fall But the path is full of shattered gla** So you get slashed up as you crawl Plus they laugh at your sadness and treat you like trash This is the casting call 
I ask Which of you b**hes wishes To get lashed until your back is raw? I do, because once it's callused the craft will be mastered Feral means savage y'all. It's not math, it's an axle stall [Final Verse] It's simple as f** After one million casualties Russia still didn't give up If you treat your craft like Stalingrad no extreme is too tough 
When you push yourself to the limit Keep pushing because it's not enough That's my philosophy. It doesn't bother me I promise nobodies stoppin' me I acknowledge this psychology Is rooted in my problems probably You've gotta be a bit of an oddity To be a kamikaze hip hop emcee Crazy is what I try not to be This just means an awful lot to me I'm a junkie Beats and Rhymes is something I can't live without Hip Hop and Coffee probably all I give a f**ing sh** about Sink or Swim, I'll stick it out Listen, there is no different route I'm in the trenches for the mission It's a privilege that I even get to shout On this stage it's not a phase this roads been far from roses I've f**ing lost relationships and slept in vans with roaches For years I've been the brokest. I miss my friends and family But this is who I am. so I'm sorry Gran But there's no plan B [Outro Rhymes] To put it in skateboard terms I barge it In my past life I was probably a WWII kamikaze fighter pilot who flew his sh** straight into the target *explosion sound* You know what? This is my life. Society can't have it Half the sh** we're told to like is fake as f** and plastic I don't live the life I'm told to live because that mistake is tragic 
So tat that on my a** when you drop me face flat in my casket