Tabs - Horace Roye lyrics

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical, [?begging?] [Father Focus Confucius] Early burdens of urban journalists explain to the universe like Apernicus Taking the merciless Gorgons, go like I was Perseus I have observed the murderers burning the churches and circuses Worry because of ?? are worshiped under the surfaces Behold the joy, I've never witnessed of my soul destroyed I'm Horace Roye, tomorrow's crucifixion of these soldier boys A Polaroid'll stain your soul, watch the game spitter Getting lost and you're off the chain, I'm off the flame syndrome Quick sacrificial lambs are superficial fans Who will love us just as long as we can do a little dance Tryna be here is the truth, while you eat forbidden fruit But they love to k** the messenger and shoot the middle man, check it Go on til somebody k**s you, it's getting hard to say Peace to Peter Tosh, Big and Pac, L and Marvin Gaye Starving artist looking martyrdom like Easter part the play Receiving up a little in exchange for giving their heart away "Will you k** me dead" After all I've done will I end up with the fallen ones? "Will you k** me dead" Could they lay me down and let my life blood stain the ground? "Will you k** me dead" Will you take my life or be the one that tries to make it right? "Or kiss me instead" [Coal Cash] Don't give a f** about what you really think of me I'm past the brink and if you stay in sync with me You'll need a drink, I'm a jinx on humanity Insanity links to the strings on my canopy Can it be I'm a king of the anarchy Blasting hammers at the banners that they ?? me I'm Illmatic so f** you and your accolades I'm packing blades, b**hes better back away I rap the way, my father had to tend to it I dismember with the blender of my penmanship Rhyme render agenda, the mind bender The ?? at the end of time Bloodline define tempers, so went to the rhyme sender Inventor regenerated, related and loved and hated Debated on what's created What I emanate in life, pay the price with my bleeding hands Stand undefeated, that's why I never needed fans (Hook) [Tabs] These kids are sick, looking for an instant fix A disturbing trend when they turn to their friends and ?? sh** Inexplicably watch how quickly it'll shift The typical fan is a whimsical fickled little b**h Their fame is whittled down to a brittle mitt What you throw to piranhas but don't do to the biggest fish Apparently critics are parasitic ticks Tryna officially rewrite history like Winston Smith f** the listeners and whoever spins this sh** We're prisoners stuck in the middle like we're ?? They savor the weak flavors of the weak that these gimmicks spit Your attention span is shorter than a midget's dick You will just find that tryna get in the mix Is a perennial uphill climb like Sisyphus Spraying lead at label heads cuz they're triple six I'm sick of this and if you're with me then lift your fist "Will you k** me dead Will you k** me dead Will you k** me dead Or kiss me instead" [2x]