Dead Heroes
Heard your new song and the flow is simple
You makin' moves, huh? So official
How many fucks am I supposed to give you?
Supposed to blow but don't like a broken missile
You can catch me out in Oakland-Winchell
Toting pistols, provoking liberals
Probably thought I'm slangin' blow and crystal
I'm just headed to the store for a Coke and Skittles
Every sign says "Hate has no home here"
But the looks I get make it so clear
Hate's alive, it thrives and grows here
They hate your kind and what you hold dear
And they don't even try to keep it secret
Are you prepared to die for what you believe in?
It seems that the Civil War 'bout to get a remix
Civil War two-point-oh 'bout to be lit!
Captain America is dead
They got the barrel to your head
Six men will carry to your rest
We gone dig you up and bury you again
Ay, they won't give you the time of day
Ay, you won't live through the tidal wave
Ay, you'll swim to your final grave
Ay, they gon' find your body in Asylum Lake
Ay, they gon' find your body in Asylum Lake
Ay, they gon' find your body in Asylum Lake
I'm just cruisin' down the hill tryin' to find my way
Watchin' blood spill and titles change
Your favorite rapper's faker than hell
You just found out and ain't takin' it well
He ain't write them rhymes, he's just makin' 'em sell
He ain't signed to a label, just to Satan himself
You'd think I'd be afraid that I'll fail
I didn't make this album just to stay on the shelf
But I'll always find a way to excel
Work so hard, I'll Vacation in Hell
That's word to Meechy Darko, I spark flows, call the Fire Marshall
Call me sire, I'll retire Marshall
Bring your whole empire and your entire arsenal
You're a liar, your whole style is a farce though
Spartan; tear 'em apart, bury the parts in
Various parks, very alarming; scary
Some compare me to arson, a pharaoh or sultan
Got you staring down the barrel of a derelict marksman
Captain America is dead
They got the barrel to your head
Six men will carry to your rest
We gone dig you up and bury you again
Ay, they won't give you the time of day
Ay, you won't live through the tidal wave
Ay, you'll swim to your final grave
Ay, they gon' find your body in Asylum Lake
Ay, they gon' find your body in Asylum Lake
Ay, they gon' find your body in Asylum Lake
I'm just cruisin' down the hill tryin' to find my way
Watchin' blood spill and titles change
Maybe I was the hero all along
And YOU were the villain
You makin' moves, huh? So official
How many fucks am I supposed to give you?
Supposed to blow but don't like a broken missile
You can catch me out in Oakland-Winchell
Toting pistols, provoking liberals
Probably thought I'm slangin' blow and crystal
I'm just headed to the store for a Coke and Skittles
Every sign says "Hate has no home here"
But the looks I get make it so clear
Hate's alive, it thrives and grows here
They hate your kind and what you hold dear
And they don't even try to keep it secret
Are you prepared to die for what you believe in?
It seems that the Civil War 'bout to get a remix
Civil War two-point-oh 'bout to be lit!
Captain America is dead
They got the barrel to your head
Six men will carry to your rest
We gone dig you up and bury you again
Ay, they won't give you the time of day
Ay, you won't live through the tidal wave
Ay, you'll swim to your final grave
Ay, they gon' find your body in Asylum Lake
Ay, they gon' find your body in Asylum Lake
Ay, they gon' find your body in Asylum Lake
I'm just cruisin' down the hill tryin' to find my way
Watchin' blood spill and titles change
Your favorite rapper's faker than hell
You just found out and ain't takin' it well
He ain't write them rhymes, he's just makin' 'em sell
He ain't signed to a label, just to Satan himself
You'd think I'd be afraid that I'll fail
I didn't make this album just to stay on the shelf
But I'll always find a way to excel
Work so hard, I'll Vacation in Hell
That's word to Meechy Darko, I spark flows, call the Fire Marshall
Call me sire, I'll retire Marshall
Bring your whole empire and your entire arsenal
You're a liar, your whole style is a farce though
Spartan; tear 'em apart, bury the parts in
Various parks, very alarming; scary
Some compare me to arson, a pharaoh or sultan
Got you staring down the barrel of a derelict marksman
Captain America is dead
They got the barrel to your head
Six men will carry to your rest
We gone dig you up and bury you again
Ay, they won't give you the time of day
Ay, you won't live through the tidal wave
Ay, you'll swim to your final grave
Ay, they gon' find your body in Asylum Lake
Ay, they gon' find your body in Asylum Lake
Ay, they gon' find your body in Asylum Lake
I'm just cruisin' down the hill tryin' to find my way
Watchin' blood spill and titles change
Maybe I was the hero all along
And YOU were the villain
Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Owen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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