Waking up too early Static on the TV Dressed in all the clothes I had on When yesterday decided I didn't need to fight with the hours and the seconds no more Doing all the things that I'm supposed to Working everyday the way that most do Smiling while I'm hiding what I'm going through But you know, you know, you know That if I'm being honest I couldn't tell you this is all I wanted I struggle sleeping 'cos the house feels haunted Filled with the shadows of regret And the things I should have said To the ones I laid to rest And lately, I'm terrified that all my youth is fading Man, growing old is so excruciating Is there a cure for minds unwell 'Cos my heads a living hell If I'm honest with myself Stumble as I'm leaving One foot takes the lead Second seems to struggle to find A solitary reason to continue seeking Any use in walking this line Doing all the things that I'm supposed to Working every day the way that most do Smiling while I'm hiding what I'm going through But you know, you know, you know That if I'm being honest I couldn't tell you this is all I wanted I struggle sleeping 'cos the house feels haunted Filled with the shadows of regret And the things I should have said To the ones I laid to rest And lately, I'm terrified that all my youth is fading Man growing old is so excruciating Is there a cure for minds unwell 'Cos my heads a living hell If I'm honest with myself So how am I supposed to see an end To my all consuming constant fear and dread When I can't even seem to make it out of bed Yeah if I'm being honest I couldn't tell you this is all I wanted I struggle sleeping 'cos the house feels haunted Filled with the shadows of regret And the things I should have said To the ones I laid to rest And lately, I'm terrified that all my youth is fading Man growing old is so excruciating Is there a cure for minds unwell 'Cos my heads a living hell If I'm honest with myself

You shatter me Your grip on me A hold on me, so dull it kills You stifle me Infectious sense of hopelessness And prayers for rain I suffocate I breathe in dirt And nowhere shines but desolate And drab the hours All spent on killing time again All waiting for the rain You fracture me Your hands on me A touch so plain, so stale it kills You strangle me Entangle me in hopelessness And prayers for rain I deteriorate I live in dirt And nowhere glows but drearily and tired The hours all spent on killing time again All waiting for the rain You fracture me Your hands on me A touch so plain, so stale it kills You strangle me Entangle me in hopelessness And prayers for rain Prayers for rain Prayers for rain Prayers for rain

INTRO/breaker 1, a breaker 2 REPEAT x 7 (ERICK SERMON) I be the Don up in this motherf-----(Ha ha) I puts it down, I rock 'scapes I roll bounce to the ounce(DIE-I!) I bring dat physical front(Aha) Believe it I function the paraplegic So teach it like if he was playin backgammon A new sheriff in town and not Reggie Hammond I pack a cannon .38 snuff nose Not for shootin use it for executin Lames out there callin my name For fame, change ya plan punkain This tune leaves ya whole crew stuck or stupid Dumb and Dumber all this summer A newcomer, yeah I take em to check out the Avenue Me and my crew went through Wooh! Ah-ah! Word is born! Word is born! (REDMAN) I said "Come on!"(Come on!),"Come on!"(Come on!) We's the posse pair so some niggas can get done on I'm not the one to funnel, I'm lyrically inclined Seriously devine, whatever we G is crime Ha! I take it down, make it clear and in your bare lair Leaving critical as sang elsewhere You wanna get jig-dafied-what it all means For such, I tote Glocks in Akarl jeans For all means necer-ssary, my blood vessels Turns to .38 specials and cause wind pressures I be blowin like I'm Mr.Cool, the invincible Keepin my court trials municipal The principal my next class will teach you how to roll blunts Pick up (Aah!), buda and Mex tags Fifty the less, mo' vex, the Soviets Another co-nnect on my Rolodex I met my smokin vex, I keep my lyrics smack-daddo Cash in your chips then proceed to blast metal Next up I believe that's Keith Why don't ya get on the mic and rock the symphony (KEITH MURRAY) Well it's the 16-bar slaughterer, telepathical brain murderer Comin with the sh-t you never heard Ask yourself the very same question Which crew is f-----g with this Squad in this profession Your mic's in my possession, I crush you with aggression An' I ain't talkin for niggas that learn a lesson So why should I sit around and let this fake --- pass my eye Fake niggas f-----g up my eye Filthy with nasty it's the slog for the job Forget any clan said "Who Squad the Mob?" Tired of beat-down, shot up and robbed Niggas askin why, it's my motherf----n job How many ways can I say "I just don't give a f---!" Runnin niggas over in every truck But my motto is "F---! Get the bottle! Pass the bottle!" Bad luck had ya stuck, uh I crash ya brain and smash ya spine Yeah another hard one to find HOOK