[R&B sample]
"Night after night, the same old story"
"Day after day, the same old thing"
[Intro: Slaine]
This sh** is all funny (take this back to 1999)
sh** is f**ed up right now (take it back to '96 style)
I made it~! I made it in this game
(Yo let's take it back to '91 style!)
But I'm still hungry for more
(Yo f** it man let's take it back to '89...)
I ain't get what I'm supposed to get yet
[Slaine]
I came in this game with integrity and a provocative promise
Stepped in the booth with my youth sipping vodka and orange
Juice I sip it, it beat beefs and rocking performance
Mind in a cloudy haze and my shotgun's enormous
I'm mopping the floor with you dudes with legs that couldn't run fast
In the hood where guns blast, h**n is king
It never meant a thing; I ain't gettin young fast, I'm getting older
Now I got a colder, smile than I ever had
Doggy I'm a hater I'm forever mad
You live in never never land and got a head that I can sever fast
Shout out to Ill Bill, Cypress Hill, and Everlast
D.M.S. we ride the storm until the weather pa**
My fists, forever fast with combinations
An abomination even when I'm calm and patient sleeping like a trauma patient
You claim king homey you live in your momma's basement
I'm a Knight at the Round Table chilling with God and Satan
[Hook: scratched]
(Night after night) "Night after night, the same old story"
(The same sh**) "Day after day, the same old thing"
[Slaine]
These are the words of a manifesto - and I'm the author of it
The razor blades spit to leave a slit across your stomach
The wisdom and change are trapped inside my torture summit
They fall asleep in the tub and leave the faucet running
Am I a visionary prophet cause I saw sh** coming?
A reflection in the gla** with the crosses hung and
I'm a young and dumb and full of cum but I could pull a gun
For no other reason, show you where the bullets from
I spent many nights getting bent with Henny right
Writing rhymes staying in my lane that sh** is plenty white
Come on I came up, I'm making it happen
But I'm takin back, whoever thought I'd make this sh** rapping?
But I'm here
[Hook]
[Slaine]
Going for the gusto my brothers, I f** it up for my nuccas
Throw dice with my right hand just a couple bucks from a hundred
See him paint the picture vivid like he must have been from it
I ain't never gave a f** or adjusted to none it
Holding bottles in the air drinking substances from it
I been through the dark, I know what it was to become it
I plummet, fall fall into the madness
My habits got me on the knees, crawling to the sadness
My ladder's, got broken steps mad at what matters
And mad at the mirror, I leave the sh** battered and shattered
I've had it with addicts, I've had it I'm erratic erratic
Peace to Statik and every junkie who lives in a shack...
Peace
[Hook]
[Outro]
PEACE!!!