Cyto. - Last Chance lyrics

[Intro] (Break it down) x4 [Verse 1] Too many fiends more talented than me But I'm, still that unique mess lookin' for some mercy (break) Mercy me, Marvin's words echoin' in my vault This cog of the Lot stands as a pillar of salt And sand lands in the hands of the Gods, (break) Man himself Second coming? HA, Man can only help himself The products of mindless men of wealth I'd rather hang from the gallows than see my words left stealthed Give ‘em hell, We're the one true Kings But here we are fiendin' every night for the green Supply your needs, uh-huh, C'est la vie Not a single soul obscene, but man, “this scene accepts me” (The f**?) Accept yourself, (break) From a cry for attention to some self-led help Got dreams I can tell, no one else feels But the fakes do flee when this sh** turns real [Hook] Yea, yea, I say the fakes do flee when this sh** turns real Yea, yea, yea, yea, fakes do flee when this sh** turns real Yea, yea, I say the fakes do flee when this sh** turns real Yea, yea, yea… And that sh**'s turnin' real [Verse 2] Well, hail your support, my friends stay my crutch And I, sent off the old ones who can never stay in touch But, when this soulful man plots his master plan I'll either fall face first or finna land on my bloody hands Man, I'm my own last chance Nah, Pop the bottle, nah, kick some cans Ameri-can - dreams, either d**h or demand White wings on desert sands flyin' over Taliban [Chorus] No fans, no fam, no chance, (uh-huh) No jay's, no chains, no rants (uh-huh) No worries, no time, (break) new stance No semblance so presenting our new chant d**h, d**h, d**h or demand x3 Man, I'm my own last chance [Hook] Yea, yea, I say the fakes do flee when this sh** turns real Yea, yea, yea, yea, fakes do flee when this sh** turns real Yea, yea, I say the fakes do flee when this sh** turns real Yea, yea, yea… And that sh**'s turnin' real [Verse 3] Deny dank dimes, pro-vide ranked rhymes Suf-fice some minds who find the time To cut and consider some wisdom of the wizards Who surpa** the masters, raised these ba*tards into misters Uh-huh, he now pullin' for position Can you listen? The Nay-says still pay me some attention (no break) Kitchen is his DAW and out of sync comes the raw Thoughts of this young adult lost, last level, final boss (aye!) Southside, (aye!) southside Where those men supply highs off 9-5s Where some brew is the backbone to life Yea, where ye's new slaves came to die My time, here was well spent Livin' in the beats, unholy but heaven-sent Livin' for the dreams, before this, hell-bent Livin' for the sh** those teachers been promisin' [Chorus] No fans, no fam, no chance No jay's, no chains, no rants No worries, no time, (break) new stance No semblance so presenting our new chant d**h, d**h, d**h or demand x3 Man, I'm my own last chance