Perada Maw Sina

Terror is not a new weapon, throughout history it has been used by those Who could not prevail, but inevitably they fail Either because men are not afraid to die for a life worth living Or because the terrorists themselves came to realize that free men cannot be frightened by threats All these secrets, subservience Forbidden knowledge, hysteria But there's something that is scarier We're cattle to something much more superior But go, but go, but go, but go, but go But go continue the rat race Shake my hand, spit in my face Slit my throat and have a taste I'm a number after all Like animals with hierarchy This whole things is a mockery Tell me, is this what it's supposed to be? The universe is laughing Ah, ooh, ah, ooh Question the power that they have over you Question the power that they have over you All these secrets, subservience Forbidden knowledge, hysteria But there's something that is scarier We're cattle to something much more superior All these secrets, subservience Forbidden knowledge, hysteria But there's something that is scarier We're cattle to something much more superior So what if we don't see eye to eye? It seems we have no patience In this world, we can only fear There's something to be seen Cancerous deities killing me It's killing me

Wad up good people Crank me up crank me up don't ever crank me down Atleast not for now I've got lots to say Code 18, 1, 16 always doing rap things Humble chiefs Tryna put two and two together to make a perfect match Shout out to my 2 4 goonpellows My street fellas, thanks I go by the name joquarter the rappoppa A K. A. Goelloo... I tried to open up to y'all but my words are behind closed doors I'm in state of harmony like am bone thugs Rogue cops setting up road blocks stroke like pole vault Going through no foot print like a ghost walk Did it ones y'all said it a luck I did it 2, 3, 4 times holl up that ain't no stroke of luck I'm just being perfect in what I do best Have mastered the act you can tell by the flow movement My mind rattled but still manage to think straight Setting P straight, game locked up in the rib cage Greatness, am riding with the pace I call shot and dictate At this point y'all should embrace the title ... Joquarter the great Lord help me lord help me Wanna retain my taste don't wanna change like pestizz The true son of rap ain't taking no directives Procrastination can never be found in my check list Started from the ground now am in the 8th floor Two more to go to reach the spot I always pray for ...84 barz in one night My rap body is getting bigger no complains about weight loss I ain't no OG but I gat OG's OT I was stung with royal knowledge by the blue bees I know about rules gat a degree don't bring the book please Champagnes and rum on the table Chapay running from the table Horses galloping from there various stables In search for one goal... being on the league table The jungle is filled with ware wolfs They'll eat you up to bone snack you up like egg roll My collision is off the chain I'm the most dangerous animal in this game like cape buffalo My goal in this game isn't to maximize fun But to minimize available temptation of diversion I tried to connect with connection To make more connection Putting connection in a world class platform Making a mountain out of a mud hill Is like making a fountain out of dews in puddles Tried to undo my self putting my foot on a biometric scanner But I was told I was taking the right step on a wrong foot I kill shii in seconds no couple of days Setting rappers ablaze, rage... u can find it in my face You can't affect my base with your light attack I got lies alert whenever y'all come with your deceit I just rise and laugh Hahaha... but that ain't funny Haven't gotten to my climax yet so I ain't cumming The road to the top is so narrow so I ain't turning Imma embark on the journey till I touch the place am going My sixth-sense antenna is turning to a critics arena I ain't no learner when it comes to my rap six point agenda What's good for the goose is good for the gander But what's good for Joquarter might not be good for other rappers I'm a rigid being Can never be bent or forced to submit like am seventeen We two different things no comparism from analogy My past will surely be a slum to my future metropolis Thanks for the hate Thanks for the love Thanks for the grace glory be to God Bigups to me cos I've always known I'll be up And if I ever fall I pray not to get crushed like lumps I ain't no OG but I got OGs OT I was stung with royal knowledge by the blue beez I know about the rules, gat a degree don't bring the book please Champagne and rum on the table Chapay running from the table Horses galloping from there various stables in search for one goal Being on the league table