This ain't no hardcore, no hard body *
This is the Earth Core that blow a hard life of *
This ain't no hardcore, no hard body *
This is the Earth Core that blow a hard life of *
This ain't no hardcore, no hard body *
This is the Earth Core that blow a hard life of *
This ain't no hardcore,
no hard body *
This is the Earth Core that blow a hard life of *
Well look at me, just a-rappin' my ass off
for nothin' but a cast of half-assed prehistoric thorns
Rappin' space and mass adorned like I'm S. Goode
Get with it, hit more with the business
This apocalypse, we're fed from the brutal lips
To the lesson of thinkin' and thinkin'
You contemplatin' two dimensions, two dimensions
Tribe, factor of forces with the four horsemen
I have a horn and warning,
what's y'all said?
What's y'all so I could roll over?
Quote this,
you bitch,
you bestow on the whole of us souls
Who knows whether angels or devils from all my actions
Askin' myself,
always backfired with the backlash I blast from the past,
99% of my life was useless
You the man,
ya ass,
it doesn't take a genius to see the BBC It's just
a repercussions of boxes up for social douching
This ain't no hardcore,
no hard body * This is the Earth
Core that blow a hard life of *
This ain't no hardcore,
no hard body * This is the Earth
Core that blow a hard life of *
This ain't no hardcore,
no hard body * This is the Earth
Core that blow a hard life of *
This ain't no hardcore,
no hard body * This is the Earth
Core that blow a hard life of *
I'll peel your face off then wear it on mine
Spit my lines through the mic and triple your fan size
I'll cut your body in half and wear you like a skirt and pant
Blood pentagrams made from a b-boy dance,
come on
To all the killers and a hundred missile dealers
Political figures who ain't got no feelings
Y'all better kill me and make it quick
Cause if I come back,
I'm comin' straight for your kids
Weird nursery rhymes just alerted they moms
And replaced it with my point of view at the time
Make them wear all black and stash emas in backpacks
I'll walk up in your office like,
murderous guerrilla military
If you be blasphemed,
walk by your lord at the deadbeat source And shut
the * up when I rap Your boss a weak like Xanax,
Xanax disappointed by the end of the week,
come on
This ain't no hardcore,
no hard body * This is the Earth
Core that blow a hard life of *
This is the Earth Core that blow a hard life of *
This verse was written for the worst of the worst
No cure for the curse that lays upon a person
Perched on my * and it's missing,
kid you gotta recognize and calm down
Cause that pissy little bitch'll leave you underground
Not like I really care,
it's your decision to choose Whether you're
living life or life or living life for you
Around here,
I ain't got time for that So do me a favor
and replace that bottle of pills with Jack
People such as you been flipping out over dumb *
Complain about your life while you on some bum *
Never judge him,
won't do *,
you dee * But somehow you think you're entitled to opinions
Of me or my life,
you don't know me and never will The *
I had to shovel just to rise and rebuild
I walk around in irrespect just for being myself
Why you black or orange,
I know I'm talking to yourself
Nobody's listening to you
This ain't no hardcore,
no hard body * This is the Earth
Core that blow a hard life of *