| Yeah |
| Check it out, uh |
| I been a vessel for the dark, I been a vessel for the light |
| I been livin' in a world that’s hella negative |
| It’s evident that people love the devil, give him life |
| I can never do no wrong, I can never do no right |
| But I do write well, never lose myself |
| And I’m feelin' really wicked here tonight |
| I can decorate a white room red |
| With the blood of a rebel with a mic |
| Who said, «kill a real»? |
| Could I never get a slice whose red |
| I’m original and never will I write you dead |
| Fuck it, I’m still starving the truth, built hard then renew |
| Then raw 'cause it ain’t all there |
| Still them wrong and the youth, it’s on nigga |
| You been warned, no I ain’t all there |
| Every time I come around, I’ma make y’all scared |
| Homicide on my side when I ride |
| Got a demon not an AR there |
| Babylon, gotta die, pray to God |
| Pray the mind that my name’s all clear |
| Got a nine that’s inside of my mind and it listen nigga, can’t y’all hear |
| Is it fate y’all fear |
| Fuck fame, I’m seared to perfection, I been burnt out |
| I got a bunch of havoc 'cause my disc hurts now |
| I’ll never get to heaven 'til this shit turn round |
| Middle finger to the world, I done did dirt now |
| Now, now kinda hard for me to change what a nigga got set in stone |
| In a world full of demons, I just hear screaming |
| Feeling like hell is home |
| In a dark world feeling like hell is home |
| In a dark world feeling like hell is home |
| In a world so violent, all I hear is sirens |
| Killers out here plotting, but I gotta keep ridin' |
| In a dark world feeling like hell is home |
| In a world so violent, all I hear is sirens |
| Killers out here plotting, but I gotta keep ridin' |
| In a dark world feeling like hell is home |
| I got a heart made of brimstone |
| I was born in the belly of the beast |
| So I go hard for my grim’s own |
| Anybody that can tell I’m with the heat |
| Y’all don’t wanna know what I been on |
| Killa 'rell been a rebel with the heat |
| I can never be sane yo, I been gone |
| Niggas think I be the devil when I meet 'em |
| I don’t wanna have to go imp on you niggas |
| Nighttime shit, go vamp on you niggas |
| I end with the killas |
| Come and take a trip to the dark side homie with a gimp for ya nigga |
| Man and I’m sicker, you’ve been warned |
| I got a legion of doom and I do perform |
| I got an army with me when the music’s on |
| I flow through your speakers and take human form |
| 'Cause I’m a monster, look at what the system made me |
| Freaking crazy, I’m a schizo baby |
| I’m a menace, I been desensitized |
| So when I do see murder that shit don’t phase me |
| No liquor, no indo lately |
| They say that’s raw, that’s what I use to cope |
| And I’m so sick of people in auto-pilot |
| Like the world got niggas on cruise control |
| So, for those who know me, I chose and broke free |
| Indulge in info, I’m overdosing 'til I’m comatose, see |
| I have no fear where I’m at so we’re clear |
| No, don’t approach me |
| Nah, kinda hard for me to change what a nigga got set in stone |
| In a world full of demons, I just hear screaming |
| Feelin' like hell is home |
| In a dark world feeling like hell is home |
| In a dark world feeling like hell is home |
| In a world so violent, all I hear is sirens |
| Killers out here plotting, but I gotta keep ridin' |
| In a dark world feeling like hell is home |
| In a world so violent, all I hear is sirens |
| Killers out here plotting, but I gotta keep ridin' |
| In a dark world feeling like hell is home |