Synopsis

{Door closes}

{Heavy breathing}

Gs get locked up and die, mostly over beauracray

And hypocrasy remains unchanged

Keep yo brains unchained

Or ain't a thang gon change

If the pain don't stain

Then ain't a thang been gained

And that's just plain insane

So I refrain from lames

Ain't never played no games

And I ain't gon lay no blames

Cuz I'm black and still trill, too

Take from me, I will kill you

By whatever means available

Whatever's viable asyllable

It's hellable of shit niggaz

This ain't no click of just niggaz

This is an order of Dungeon Family, Renegade Crusaders

And we gone make you believe in this here shit like we made us

Just like he ain't paid us

These crack ass niggaz must really think though as if we made it

Niggaz lift ya shades up

So I can see the soul of the fakers that I'm terriifying

Out here thundering, still clapping

And the lightening still blinding

The truth still hurts

Comin' real still works

Kilts and steel skirts

Though they still twerk

Emotions still leave niggaz to idiotic actions

And lots of people still caught up in just physical

attractions

The fans, the business, the life so demanding

But they still ain't did shit cuz out here we still standing...