Testo Fear Itself - Apathy
Testo della canzone Fear Itself (Apathy), tratta dall'album Honkey Kong
"What are you afraid of?"
"I don't know."
"Shall I tell you what's out there?"
"Yes, please."
"A beast of such power that if you were to see it whole and
All complete in a single glance, it would burn you to cinders."
"Where is it?"
"It is everywhere. It is everything. Its roar is heard
In the wind and its forked tongue strikes like, like..."
Kingspin it all like a VOC
Deadly on the mic, dem de G.O.D
Born in the forest, raised by the wolves
Walk amongst sheep, rocking their wool
Speaking in tongues, well allow me to translate
A secret society, just look at our handshakes
Hoodies on our head, dressed in all black
Symbols on our rings and a pocket full of crack
Cameras on the street corner like a camcorder
Dip quicker than a Star Trek transporter
This is life from the bottom of the barrel of the belly of the beast
On the brutalist of blocks in the borough in the East
Where I'm from, Connecticut's a wasteland
Chased by the devil, keep the metal in your waistband
And we powerful as Kennedys
March in a single file line like centipedes
In Cape Cod to escape the commotion
Late night yacht trips, bodies in the ocean
A forty ounce full of potion
We move by full moonlight in slow motion
So run for the hills (Scream for help)
Ain't nothing to fear (But fear itself)
So run for the hills (Scream for help)
Ain't nothing to fear (But fear itself)
So run for the hills motherfucker
So run for the hills motherfucker
So run for the hills motherfucker
So run for the hills motherfucker
We on that cracker-ass shit, hoods and bank robbers
Switching up kicks quicker than Mr. Rogers
Sweater on my back, dressed like a senator
I'm Chris Hansen, about to catch a predator
Newport mansion, peeking through your window
Job at a country club, just for the info
Deep in the woods in a circle like a pagan
A young Caucasian studying Ronald Reagan
So we speak Latin fluently
Drink OE 'cause I love what it do to me
Fuck around, get a beat down brutally
I'm like Judas, I'll stab you for jewelry
OG, ain't a damn thing new to me
Pharaoh with a harem of hoes who love nudity
Rhymes designed in barbarian time
Check my crops, it's all alien signs
Belt buckle with the Masonic math
Black starter Raider jacket, an addict of witchcraft
I'm the Uzi-carrying, groupie-burying
Pass passwords to a secret librarian
Access to the Vatican scriptures
We posing for pictures with fingers on triggers
And candling ciphers, we tunnel under Rikers
To break out my brothers and them outlaw bikers
We are righteous
So run for the hills (Scream for help)
Ain't nothing to fear (But fear itself)
So run for the hills (Scream for help)
Ain't nothing to fear (But fear itself)
So run for the hills motherfucker
So run for the hills motherfucker
So run for the hills motherfucker
So run for the hills motherfucker
That's right, motherfuckers. You better run to the motherfucking
Hills. What y'all motherfuckers afraid of? Y'all scared?
Danny Diablo, baby. Dirty Money Syndicate. What up, Apathy?
Kill these motherfuckers. Soul Assassins. DJ Bugz. Keep it
Hardcore. Connecticut. New York City. L.A. Pac-A-Con. Double D
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