Mystik Journeymen - Rage (feat. The Living Legends) Lyrics
f/ Living Legends(Grouch):Every man's blood boilsWhen turmoil or life foils his plansI've soiled my hands puttin' work inTryna keep from hurtin', cuz fools be irkin' the ***** outta meNow what do I gotta be, the epitome of nice?Biterally precise when I talkAnd assuming when I walk I never let the chip showCuz people try and push it and they wanna test my witsSo, I'm defensive, intense with my brain wavesAnd that's offensive, I sense so the pain stays closeMost don't depressurizeWhen I've had it up to where you can see it in my eyesRealize there's no sanityHella profanity and a sort fuse to lightI snort and use the mic like a weaponEffectin' any section I step inGot em checkin' for the vibe that I'm protectin'(Asop):Who takes the time to look around?That which surrounds makes the sound of compromiseDamn, they try to size up to such plateau's they'll never touchAlways talkin' about nothin', when you catch em, they always hushNot much to be said, not enough to be heard when the words become absurdWhen a voice of a gangsta starts to emanate from the burbsNow anybody, everybody can try to rock a partyWith that bump in your trunk, always drunk with your motionsWith no devotion, collects an ocean of fundsIn the worst way, idiots they stay this wayMe hella noid like a homophobic stuck in the middle of a gay paradeWith no way to escape the confines of one's mindA mental prison, a prism of thoughtA crystalis of anger created by the action of strangersA dangerous way to live your life the these daysThinkin' he hella fresh thoughA male emcee acting like a lesboMaking one's life so stressfulThat's why I escape with these with the ease of a hiatus in Fresno(PSC):A rusty nail in the footA cavity in the toothMy threshold, the pressure build up, to me I'm aloofAnd no proof of a cracking pointMood swings like primatesGorilla in the mist type range, I see all statesI King Kong shit, rip down the house structureLike Empire State, the power will surely crush youAs a pun on a radio edit, or nasty sodaI'm colder in the heart when the camel back breaksNo one seen the true beast, release him and danger followsLike sequels to horror flicks, there's no tomorrowNo sun will come out, no Annie, no Daddy WarbucksThe Hard Knock Life begins when tempers flare upAn enemy will show no mercy, take it from PercyAnd stop at No Limit until the bullshit's ended(Eligh):Rage, trapped in a cageWrapped in a page, you never changeSevered off from the vainNot enough blood to complainRage enters the brainNow it's a pain you can't maintainLeaving friendships slain, always the other one to blameNever to be the same, rage is just a game playedTo someone less it runs deep on an unseen plainPeep the problems of the average man when he's insaneLosing personality replaced by the devil's frameMadness, uncanny love for the fact his life is lived in sadnessCan't handle the Silence so The Lambs get reprimandedFor the underhanded, underkept raging thunderclapYou're wondering "What's that?"It's the wrath of rage-aholics, ah...(BFAP):People playing games with my mindPlaying games every time that I findConfined to a world, disillusion mindI'm losing my patience, losing timeWasting my patience, you wasting timeNot facing who you areEnraged in cages, enslaved in gravesWe lay, relay, we playBeating on drums till the warrior battle comesNative son chasing the moon in smoke filled roomsChasing hell to it's doom, boomLike losing a check on paydayHolding a grip, it's stressfulIt's not your fault, it never isWhatever, I watch the fake, clever moves you makeEarthquake, alcohol makes a fire go crazyTill where nothing can faze me
