(Chorus: Konscience)
Heartless? Hmm, how is a road heartless?
Put this in your stereo, and bump it til the car flips
They call it "Heartless Road" 'cause apparently I'm heartless
Because I go this road of life just shooting down my targets
I go into the den and grab a knife to sharpen
Carving through your chest just to find out where your heart is
Remove it from your chest, then I throw it in the garbage
Prosthetics are in check, when you awake I call you heartless
(Verse 1: Konscience)
I will lacerate you.. stop running
I'll lure you in with master bait like sock puppets
co*k pumpin'.. shoot
I'm the top gun, and
I'm cold as iceman, but you ain't got nothing
I drop albums; I don't f** with no mixtapes
I shut it down like the government but don't get paid
And, every time I step up in the building, people pull out their switch blades
And switch blades on some kid games
Knick-Knack pattywack
f*ggot in a fanny-pack
Grab an ax, slash his a**, hop up in a Cadillac
Rappers actin savage, and I just will not be having that
I'll squeeze your heart so hard that the blood will drip like candle wax
(Chorus: Konscience)
Heartless? Hmm, how is a road heartless?
Put this in your stereo, and bump it til the car flips
They call it "Heartless Road" 'cause apparently I'm heartless
Because I go this road of life just shooting down my targets
I go into the den and grab a knife to sharpen
Carving through your chest just to find out where your heart is
Remove it from your chest, then I throw it in the garbage
Prosthetics are in check, when you awake I call you heartless
(Verse 2: Konscience)
I can raise hell with a heavenly song
In which I prove that my less than three's gone
Empathy's lost
And, ready or not
Here I come you should run 'cause I'm coming for blood
I got to eat your heart to make up for my lack of one
I'm 'a have a feast on the beat 'til the track is done
"Konscience, you don't gotta act like you're a savage thug
You try way too hard to be hard, man, your album s**s."
I guess I'm not the stereotypical version of an MC
But I murk every person that is against me
No resting. When I die you'll have to bury me ten feet, 'cause the dead breathes
(Chorus: Konscience)
Heartless? Hmm, how is a road heartless?
Put this in your stereo, and bump it til the car flips
They call it "Heartless Road" 'cause apparently I'm heartless
Because I go this road of life just shooting down my targets
I go into the den and grab a knife to sharpen
Carving through your chest just to find out where your heart is
Remove it from your chest, then I throw it in the garbage
Prosthetics are in check, when you awake I call you heartless