It is our system, and it is a system that has worked well, and it is a system in which the mast will push. We're gonna move, and I can't go, go faster. Four worlds around me, one disaster. Climbing up, going real low. I'll save my race, but what comes after? England rising from the waters. Rock away your sons and daughters. Fishing, falling off their quads. Made in the game, spend your time, avenge your enemies. Death or money in the pocket of authority. Creative in revenge, but I go back. Watch me take a *** dive through your door. I'm a beast, burn it down, bring your power to the ground. I'm a beast, burn it down, bring your power to the ground. We have to decide whether or not to write the grim words. The law must take its course, but in the end we are brutal. On dark streets my heart beats calmer. I find peace in the late night drama. In the country selling medicine in more ways than when I was a late night farmer. Plotting with friends, shutting on ends. I don't want to go there again. My bread drink got poked out way back. We ain't fighting fair again. It's all tools and coffins now. Ratting hands, the beat rubbing rounds. Hit your plug man, knock it down. Stop, drop, open up, shopping town. Click, clack man, I bring rockets out. You can't charge up man, I pull sockets out. Man's future's looking all rocky now. Who's on what? Who is on what? Who's on what? Who's on what? I'll finish my sound, bring your power to the ground. I'll finish my sound, bring your power to the ground. I'll finish my sound, bring your power to the ground.