Mystik Journeymen - Rage lyrics

(Grouch): Every man's blood boils When turmoil or life foils his plans I've soiled my hands puttin' work in Tryna keep from hurtin', cuz fools be irkin' the f** outta me Now what do I gotta be, the epitome of nice? Biterally precise when I talk And a**uming when I walk I never let the chip show Cuz people try and push it and they wanna test my wits So, I'm defensive, intense with my brain waves And that's offensive, I sense so the pain stays close Most don't depressurize When I've had it up to where you can see it in my eyes Realize there's no sanity Hella profanity and a sort fuse to light I snort and use the mic like a weapon Effectin' any section I step in Got 'em checkin' for the vibe that I'm protectin' (Asop): Who takes the time to look around? That which surrounds makes the sound of compromise Damn, they try to size up to such plateau's they'll never touch Always talkin' about nothin', when you catch 'em, they always hush Not much to be said, not enough to be heard when the words become absurd When a voice of a gangsta starts to emanate from the 'burbs Now anybody, everybody can try to rock a party With that bump in your trunk, always drunk with your motions With no devotion, collects an ocean of funds In the worst way, idiots they stay this way Me hella 'noid like a h*mophobic stuck in the middle of a gay parade With no way to escape the confines of one's mind A mental prison, a prism of thought A crystalis of anger created by the action of strangers A dangerous way to live your life the these days Thinkin' he hella fresh though A male emcee acting like a lesbo Making one's life so stressful That's why I escape with these with the ease of a hiatus in Fresno (PSC): A rusty nail in the foot A cavity in the tooth My threshold, the pressure build up, to me I'm aloof And no proof of a cracking point Mood swings like primates Gorilla in the mist type range, I see all states I King Kong sh**, rip down the house structure Like Empire State, the power will surely crush you As a pun on a radio edit, or nasty soda I'm colder in the heart when the camel back breaks No one seen the true beast, release him and danger follows Like sequels to horror flicks, there's no tomorrow No sun will come out, no Annie, no Daddy Warbucks The Hard Knock Life begins when tempers flare up An enemy will show no mercy, take it from Percy And stop at No Limit until the bullsh**'s ended (Eligh): Rage, trapped in a cage Wrapped in a page, you never change Severed off from the vain Not enough blood to complain Rage enters the brain Now it's a pain you can't maintain Leaving friendships slain, always the other one to blame Never to be the same, rage is just a game played To someone less it runs deep on an unseen plain Peep the problems of the average man when he's insane Losing personality replaced by the devil's frame Madness, uncanny love for the fact his life is lived in sadness Can't handle the Silence so The Lambs get reprimanded For the underhanded, underkept raging thunderclap You're wondering "What's that?" It's the wrath of rage-aholics, ah... (BFAP): People playing games with my mind Playing games every time that I find Confined to a world, disillusion mind I'm losing my patience, losing time Wasting my patience, you wasting time Not facing who you are Enraged in cages, enslaved in graves We lay, relay, we play Beating on drums till the warrior battle comes Native son chasing the moon in smoke filled rooms Chasing hell to it's doom, boom Like losing a check on payday Holding a grip, it's stressful It's not your fault, it never is Whatever, I watch the fake, clever moves you make Earthquake, alcohol makes a fire go crazy Till where nothing can faze me