Synplicity (Zug Izland)

Kings and Queens, just show us where we should be (you motherfuckers) Is my mind explicit cause I hang with a sinner? Hand and hand with the hatchet but its nuttin familiar Nonbelievers keep walking till we finally arrive Black smoke around the family with the red in our eyes Cold chills from the death holding on to the past With a pistol to the temple cause your lifes movin fast Devastated by the anger that you need to escape Right hand on the book, flip the page, choose your fate Kiss the dead, on the red moon night Will they cry? Well I think they just might Torturing! What's a frozen tear? This ain't Hell, but I'd rather be there Spider web, makes it hard to move Death awaits, yet I have nothing to prove Twiztid souls, in my mental game Murder comes, and goes with no kind of blame Power drains, as the dark becomes light Trapped motionless, cause the chords are too tight What will ever become, of this book that I hold Will the fire burn us, like they told Synplicity Rain drops fall from the dark night sky Bodies crawl from garbage cans and alleyways alike You can find me there in the shadows without a doubt Time for my people and me to come about Children of the River, and the misunderstood, downtrodden, and forgotten but It's still all good What you throw away is ours to keep, you know the children need a pillow When they go to fuckin sleep Your disease, quite infectious Once I know, your the object of my lust Acid rain, come on and stick out your tongue There's enough, for each and every single one Right or left, come follow me Pyramids, lobotomy is necessary Crystal ball, it's just Synplicity Kings and Queens, just show us where we should be (you motherfuckers) Power drains, as the dark becomes light Trapped motionless, cause the chords are too tight What will ever become, of this book that I hold Will the fire burn us, like they told Synplicity I was running with a hatchet down the block, my leg got popped When I copped a dub at the dope spot Everybody out to get me everywhere I go, is it a sin to get your dick sucked By a foe? (fuck no!) What about the fact that I bring the dope guns, stay outta my way and don't Make me have to use one Can't help the feeling, my head overloads pull the trigger and unload Power drains, as the dark becomes light Trapped motionless, cause the chords are too tight What will ever become, of this book that I hold Will the fire burn us, like they told Synplicity SYNPLICITY!