Mark The Beast - Hunger Pangs lyrics

[Verse 1] I give thanks to the creator 'cause my life is blessed And wish all the haters nothing but the best This is Infamous 'till the name wear out Clock run out, sun burn out and all hell freezes over When Babylon fall , I'll be by the shoulder Of the Most High, laughing my balls off like good riddance Until then I'll be in the soup kitchen Cookin' up sh** like this for poverty stricken Under privileged, brothers and sisters We're soldiers of the global resistance, forgive me For being late, I was goin' through some things I had to come of age and go through growing pains You don't realize what you got 'till it's gone I had to lose it all to see what I was doing wrong I was stripped bare down to my soul and burnt out Then rose like a Phoenix through the fire These people get fat while we starve and go through hell Nobody looking for no hand out, we offer our sk**s In return for a little scraps And on the gla**, I seen you laugh when I turned my back They say revenge is a sweet dish best served cold But f** that I need mine fresh off the stove Yeah it's best served cold, but f** that I need mine fresh [Hook] My, my stomach touching my spine My, my belly aches, my, my headaches Make me start showing my fangs Hunger pangs, hunger pangs Waiting for the sun to awake And bring me a better day Make me start showing my fangs Hunger Pangs, hunger pangs [Verse 2: Ca$h Bilz] In a world full of hatred, insanity and vanity We all forget the basics, destroying what is sacred Often lose patience for instant gratifications Whether tail that you're chasing or the numbers like the Matrix Well this is cash bills unplugged The flow's medicated, those with their brain on d** Heavily sedated, sleep walking through it all With plans to run the city, I'm just out here for a jog And I'm about to walk it off, cause I ain't racing y'all lames Ringing bells, long as I jingle like small change And keep the small thing right in the boot Was in the club, some n***as wanted my loot I'm outside I feel incredible, Miss Angelou poetical Giving all my caged birds a better view A better me, a better you My n***a Mills be home in a few They gave him 10, he got two more to do I'm still (waitin' for) Brothers dyin', mother's cryin' Police wyldin', they actin' like tyrants We hear the sirens, get in the crib Man they still tryna change where I live I'm waitin' for it [Hook] My, my stomach touching my spine My, my belly aches, my, my headaches Make me start showing my fangs Hunger pangs, hunger pangs Waiting for the sun to awake And bring me a better day Make me start showing my fangs Hunger Pangs, hunger pangs