its been a while but i think i can get at a open
hold the door for the spawn of lucifer, frozen
steppin before his flock tho, faster then sheep
i aint got a master in me, since the beggining to the end
i found only one outlet, fork the socket if you doubt it
try an reroute it, i'll be out in space when yall still climbn the mountian
n if i dont get you, nature will.
the simple fact that something else hates ur will
fake or real, the earth quakes when my skin breaks
sins fake, but hell is real so what the hells the deal
check mate, king me. it is never game over
foot on the gas, mind slower, kinda like time sober.
check 1,2.
foot in the door, lookin to score with the next best thing
alone in the park, hear'n the wind, leaves n that familiar high pitch ring.
answer the damn phone yo, but i aint home tho. get at me later
im on the up, goin down the elevator. pz i'll get at u when u see me
1,2,3 wishes but shaq cant make free throws, guess it aint free yo