[Verse 1: Jay Anfernee] A black outcast with unappreciated talents looking hard for the fire escape to avoid the heat from this building that I'm feeling. The mask, I cannot let it melt. I need it to make me valiant. Or maybe I should let it. The Snow Whites and Eves, they always gonna choose the bad apples in the bunch. You don't want me to be the one to put you in your coffin just because you thought you coulda changed me. Just a hunch
Impertinent juvenile should be marked on my forehead, cuz that's what they visualize when looking in my face. If it's true, then I'm also impenitent. Arrogant and defiant elders can also learn their place. Think about it. Ponder on the raw underground lines that I depend on for comfort. A somber goner waiting for another round to flounder while packs of degenerate dicks break your spirit and stress-line your face
[Hook] Naaa na naaaa naaaaaaa. Naaa na naaaa naaaaaaa
(It's M to the A, then it's S to the K. Parenthesis on its back finger-drawn on my face. It's just another day)
Naaa na naaaa naaaaaaa. Naaa na naaaa naaaaaaaa
(It's M to the A, then it's S to the K. Light a candle for the people disfigured by sunrays)
[Verse 2] The underground freebies you hear are making much darker points than the yellow-bellied touching more paper than us. We may not be known, but we get a lot of respect because we don't wear out. In that you can trust. You can pull your "black" Wesson on a blacksmith, bring the f**ing ruckus. You can taste the Iron Fists balled up in my pocket. I sock it, you better s** up it or buckle over and lose me in the mist
I declare: f** the cats in the tree of ignorance. Man's best friends are his demons. I'm feeling unbalanced with my talents cuz my tenant's got this tendency to linger on the imperfections of this tall building. Still, I'm not afraid to share a lil whup-a**, break it off to each and every one of your legions working off at different boiling points all high, cuz there's nobody and nothing worse than my demons
Bring the f**ing heat
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