Hip Hop / Neurométal production by Inhuman Anarchy
175 bpm / Fminor
Mix & Master 2026 by The Hell Walker
Lyrics:
This is drugs.
It isn't glamorous
or cool.
or kid stuff.
The thrill can kill.
Smoking crack is like
Putting a gun in your mouth
And ...
Pulling the trigger
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
A bunch of black and white with streaks of misery
Go on and take a jump
And look up at the sun
Watch your kids as they see what you've become
Whenever your face is getting this gone
You want to go and fight and throw me to the ground
You only see the definition of the shit that you've found
When I open up and keep an ego that's high
You're the reason we purpose and murder with no sign
Thinking that it's fine when stepping over the line
Saying that you love us and die for us
And find trapped inside.
The only way to smoke
Is the fucking pride
Escape from being sane
This is cool why, tell me why
We only focus on the minds
And never focus how high
We can take a fucking mind
I guess it's trick at the same time
When we take a ride
I've been boxing shadows and I got my jabs swole
Acting an asshole on the ave when I'm on a dab stroll
They pressing me like ammo to blend in like camo
But I'ma shine out burning both sides of the candle
Break you bitches off, I might break you bitches' jaws
I'm burning diesel ho, fuck emission laws
I'm still stone cold pissing frost, born bold
You can criss-cross but can't twist me 'cause I is a source
If heroes existed then one would've took me out
Before I made more sons with the same doubts
I'ma punch the next boomer who call me woke
All I can do is laugh if you fucking call me broke
Times up be changing and I'm surfing the shift
My legs are moving fast as a serpent's can get
I'm all up on that ass, too legit to quit
I'd fuck the whole wide world but my dick won't fit
(Don't die now)
Everybody getting crushed by the waves
Everybody getting rushed to they graves
Everybody got enough to be saved
But they don't make heroes no more, no more, no
I've carried the weight of my actions, it left my back broke
You want to snatch hope? You can blow me 'til the sac choke
Back like a boomerang, hang like a fat rope
Stoned on a back road trying to make a cash load
I feel the dark waves coming, got my wax ready
The hammer light but my axe heavy
For the fetti you can get bastard, it be the Black Betty
Or take a step up and get your fat bets ready