Dead quiet...
a sleeping fuckin giant...
Whispers of defiance,
undercover noncompliance...
Til the people start to riot
and turn off the autopilot...
End the stiflin silence
even if it means the violence...
My style is...
Edgar Allen Poe dark and Van Gogh "blue"...
A wild chic...
shoot ya thru the heart with stone cold truth...
Nothing to prove...I do this shit for the love of the art...
Exactly the vibe that sets me and other MC's apart...
Tactical lines shoot suckas down like fuckin poison darts...
Submit this spit when I'm blitted and lit
off a spliff I first twisted, then sparked...
Yall remarks never faze me...
I'm too blazed, B...
Down in the FLA we burnin crazy trees daily...
Situations is shady,
wit the DEA raiding...
We got folks on the roadways
wit memories thats fading...
I look back on the old days
and struggles that made me
and I wonder what future's awaiting...

(HOOK) What are you tryna say?
What are you tryna say?
Shouldn't you find the silence strange
as rights get signed away?....
What are you tryna save?
Shouldn't you fight the hurried pace?
Shouldn't you find the silence strange
as life is signed away?

What are you creating brotha? We should love each other...
Instead melt down like butter in cases of misplaced sanity..
All hate is advantage for FREE
to the ones that wanna enslave the faces of humanity...
Calamity steady waitin in the wings to take hold....
LOVE...bartered and sold...and the price is CHEAP...
Life in the streets...leaves the soul so incomplete...
The trenches we fight from are old n cold n deep;
like scars on my heart these untold stories bittersweet...
Lies and deciet; I refused to comply wit defeat.....
I vibe wit the beat, feel it creep thru my veins...
Truth is I'm ruthless...suckas feel free to complain...
A real shitty shame cus yall are fuckin up the game...but
wack lames wax n wane cus they spit is pretty plain...
Defaming vacant claims is my one true calling...
Installing new componants on the daily never stalling...
I don't subscribe to shady tribes cus soon they may be falling;
Thinkin I might let it ride but I find the shit appalling...
Call it like you see it without bias..or be quiet...
This is dead silence... somethin Holy and pious...
For all those gon by whose mamas are still cryin;
I can't begin to rectify it but I'm tryin....