Hook x4:
Never could be chained! Never contained! Break!
Free from the state! Pause. Mean it both ways! Force!
Free from your thoughts! War! War!
Main 1:
Quite refined the way I rhyme define the mic as quite divine when I recite the words I write the urge to fight arrives inclined to find a mind to tear in twine, I wind
Em up then stare em down, dress em down, so down a pint, it aint your time, don’t end your life, aint your night, no fight or flight, don’t try to fly, you’ll face the sun, and burn alive.
I am the heat in the sky, heatstroke they losing their minds, I am the master design, more like a master of light, more like a master of mics, see I command the spotlight, more like the source of the light, see it the way that I glow, See it a master of shows, I illuminate the crowd, like lighting sparking the ground,
() I am Thor’s hammer come down from the heavens, I am the legend your legends tell legends of, I am the revenant come back from the dead, () the monster that’s inside your head and tryna break free, () fools wanna be me, but there’s better men, () they follow, ill lead them to death, () the glorious, ultimate, sinful and holy men, all follow victory, () we are the prosperous.
Burning the phosphorous, even when order-less, (we are) the warriors, anarcho-tyranny, () we just want victory, () no need to pity fiends, we need no city speech, placating radicals, we are free radicals, highly reactive but won’t be short lived, () we’ll never die, immortalised in the words we recite, you’ll find us living rent free in your minds.
Hook x4:
Never could be chained! Never contained! Break!
Free from the state! Pause. Mean it both ways! Force!
Free from your thoughts! War! War!
Main 2:
Hesitation… Enemy of the nation! Role up and demonstrate them! Abilities to lead men! Role fulfilled heavens sent! Soldiering for the cause! Enemies fall to war! Enemies feed my thoughts! Enemies seek my sword! Silver tongue cuts them down! Feed a whore to the crowd!
We say thanks and chow down! We seek out the good sound! We seek out the blood sport! Redistribute once more! All we want but don’t have! All we could but no chance! Play the tune! The blood dance! Played a piper for a fool, fed to wolves, what a tool, never trusted just used and rusted cuz
Each the master, many masters, die a martyr for a master with a master tryna master all his masters gained a master alma mater couldn’t master self-respect or gain respect from those he danced for, Thought he’d have them dancing faster than he’d dance for them. Each step taken another move made. Very observant obedient slave. Standing their dazed that he’d ever be played. Never a player, a pawn the game.
Could he ever stand on his own two feet? No, I don’t think so he’s far too weak. Most men, all men follow that law. How else could you get them to follow you to war? How else could you get them to give you your wards, to be educated, moulded and shaped in, the statements made in deliberate vagueness, lip service, so subversive.
Break 1:
I
Find no mercy in your
words
Find no peace in your
times
Find no hope in your
Lies
Find no freedom in your
Life
Hook x4:
Never could be chained! Never contained! Break!
Free from the state! Pause. Mean it both ways! Force!
Free from your thoughts! War! War!