Hurricane
What a take on this bright lit city
Plagued by disease
Rage and anarchy run this city
Based on deceit
Take a stance and destroy your Identity
That you never knew
As they start to rebuild this city
They tear down the truth
Bang on the walls
Knock on the doors
Welcome to hell
Take a chance and remember pity
With all you do
You replaced the sane for insanity
Make up what's true
Now's a chance to destroy this city
It's up to you
If the dream is not a reality
There's nothing left to do
Psychological, socio, meta-pathic
These abstract formalities are getting really graphic (Hurricane)
The death tolls rising, ignorance in higher doses
The revolution of the mind is my diagnosis (Hurricane)
Prognosis: people die from lack of truth
Try to recourse the curse we picked up from our youth (Hurricane)
Try to substitute the real for the counterfeit
But you believe their lies when they say your future ain't legit
Gonna' take it back from this reality that I've been missin'
No additives, no preservatives, ain't nothin' missin' (Hurricane)
All natural, Mighty Sam, nothing less
What's the verdict for you, bitch, ain't got no contest (Hurricane)
Everybody body put your hands up
Grab the one if its more if you can't fuckin stand up (Hurricane)
Got a mission on some rough terrain
Desolate the sane somebody hit me one time
While I infiltrate your brain
Bang on the walls
Knock on the doors
Welcome to hell
Plagued by disease
Rage and anarchy run this city
Based on deceit
Take a stance and destroy your Identity
That you never knew
As they start to rebuild this city
They tear down the truth
Bang on the walls
Knock on the doors
Welcome to hell
Take a chance and remember pity
With all you do
You replaced the sane for insanity
Make up what's true
Now's a chance to destroy this city
It's up to you
If the dream is not a reality
There's nothing left to do
Psychological, socio, meta-pathic
These abstract formalities are getting really graphic (Hurricane)
The death tolls rising, ignorance in higher doses
The revolution of the mind is my diagnosis (Hurricane)
Prognosis: people die from lack of truth
Try to recourse the curse we picked up from our youth (Hurricane)
Try to substitute the real for the counterfeit
But you believe their lies when they say your future ain't legit
Gonna' take it back from this reality that I've been missin'
No additives, no preservatives, ain't nothin' missin' (Hurricane)
All natural, Mighty Sam, nothing less
What's the verdict for you, bitch, ain't got no contest (Hurricane)
Everybody body put your hands up
Grab the one if its more if you can't fuckin stand up (Hurricane)
Got a mission on some rough terrain
Desolate the sane somebody hit me one time
While I infiltrate your brain
Bang on the walls
Knock on the doors
Welcome to hell
Credits
Writer(s): Sam Friant
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