MORPHEUS

Those who are indifferent do not see others
They are nothing for others and are unconcerned
With what might happen to them
They are surrounded by a great emptiness
Filled by in fact
They're devoid of all hope as well as imagination
In other words, they are devoid of a future
Where do we fear death at the end

Okay
A stay slanderous, vacate Nazareth
I just came back nigga thank Saint Lazarus
God flow make a nigga pray we can't catch him
And this crazy land active 'til the day change African

8th gate shattering, they can't challenge you
Pouring champagne on your grave brain cannabis
To mix with your remains, smoking A-grade pack of 'em
Niggas played games 'til the game came after 'em

Ha, but now jig is so up
I'm here to take the system over, I'm into solar
Might hit your bitch and hit the doja, I spit from Hova
I hit the strip and switch the tone up, and switch the flow up

Like, what are the options
Running, be covered in blood from your nostrils
Niggas be talking, they're ducking and dodging
Bitch, I ain't fucking with none of the nonsense

Bro I don't know are you summoning hoe
I'm a son of a bitch, I'm a cussing conflict
Stuck in the mud, I ain't running from nothing
Run up on me, you get thrown in the garbage? Yeah

Least I know my place, card is black skin
We might all die based on the factions
Feel like y'all might think I'm the bad guy
I might just raise hell 'pon the mandem
Least I know my fate, God is black skin
We might all die based on the factions
We might all die based on the action

When you gone people like to have you
When you wrong, people like to cancel
When you wrong, when you
See the light people like to damn you
See the light people like to damn you

Ayo, so I don't give a fuck about your motherfucking judgement at all
These niggas hoes be rolling smoke like a hundred cigars
It's nothing at all, this tunnel vision come with them scars
But fuck it, we still gotta eat cause all my brothers been starving

Come and get sharpened, someone said it's one in the morning
I've been standing in the gutter, couple suns and before then
Running through storms and jungles filled with thunders that roar
And rumbles the floor, so tell me what the fuck is the point

Of being goody two, all my bitches bad as my attitude
Passables, all of my niggas promised to act a fool
Smacked a few, who had a few raps 'til they black and blue
Catch a crew lacking, it's tragic the way we had to do them

When I die, fuck it, I want to go to Las Vegas
City of sin, henny, and gin tried to all save us
Many who end, plenty begin drown it all to satan

Least I know my place, card is black skin
We might all die based on the factions
Feel like y'all might think I'm the bad guy
I might just raise hell 'pon the mandem
Least I know my place, on the map when
We might all die based on what's happening
Least I own my fate, y'all are mad men

Nothing to lose, nothing to prove, my nigga
Something to do, something to do, my nigga
Find me a prophet or four, my nigga
Might be a monster, what are you, my nigga
Find me a prophet or four, my nigga
Might, might, might, might be
Might be a monster, what are you, my nigga