Just some lyrics part.2

[Frenetic]

Reality has you shackled, you're stuck in a scenic view

Trapped in a tower, can you feel the hope leaving you?

We're not made from Adam and Eve, kid, read the bible

Between the lines.. We're the ****ing snake, slithering spineless

Brought slaves overseas and built America out of Lego

Then erased their heritage and placed them in ghettos

Now we have a million architects but not a single carpenter

But there's a window of opportunites.. and a pencil sharpner

Still in need of a sacrifice.. Find me crucified on a tabernacle

Just stack every word in a pile.. and soon you'll have a castle

Feed me drama, I'd gladly walk over a thousand dead apostles

And donate every dollar, burst through every armor

just to reach nirvana

Drift away in lines, fall down in the bluest lake

To awake, open your eyes and realize it's a pool of snakes

Escaping reality is a humble feeling, but don't fear me

Just be weary, cause this great jungle is decieving

Walk a lone path to raise your own axe to consume a braveheart

The trees and green fields can turn to toombs and graveyards

I let the pen pierce the hand that holds the sword

I provoke his lore and every written word invoke the lord

Effecting the cause for every second that's lost

Weapons go off, records are bought...

My lession is taught.

[J-o-e]

That was real good man. Check this out though....

im hitting you harder than kenival hitting the ground

you listening to my sound? are you sure when your 6ft underground

when i stop rapping ya'll better believe im leaving as a corpse

believe if i was in space and it was a race ill speeding speeding thru a warps

so do be a favour, haters leave and please be quiet

we dont want beef, i dont want to be fighting in no riot

but sometimes i never get the chance to speak. voice at its peak

what keeps me in this rap sh*t is the love that it brings

not because of the money, million dollar boats and flashy things

please understand that im in the middle of a disaster

but with that in my heart my insticts i carry on a little bit faster

if ya'll get it twisted, what am i trying to do. i didnt know ya'll existed

but replying back to these raps is what i life for, i couldnt of been resisted

just a warm up, ya'll gonna smell defeat, please amauters take a seat

ill get your head nodding up and down if u give me a DJ and a beat

and a mic to even the score. as i grow even more mature

the rap game changes, as to that i might have to adjust to it more

but i just keep it real, thats the main number 1 rule

winning against haters in battles is fantastic, ya'll my fuel

to the fire that will never go out, i dont wana shout

if i have to talk across the room to be heard, thought my rhymes were in a drought

as i listen to the radio and listen to tim westwood scream here we go

my dream comes clear that one day i wish to be in that expensive studio

Edited June 9, 2005 by J-o-e