I live in the heavens Walking on the bright side Up and up I go Further to the top It's another elevation My ideas of a peaceful life To pick up to pick
Kill your identity Follow the masses Be soldiers of the society Erase your past and future dreams No mercy for outsiders of the system Declare yourself
Who is complaining? Why the truth is fading? What you've seen on TV Is the real today You are just their toy Shut up and go to work They promise you
It's okay to be down To be alone and have no friends It's alright to think that you're the only like that Smoking pot, getting drunk Sniffing cocaine
Back on the streets again Ready for the action Our wear is very casual Don't wanna draw any attention Looking for opponents Hiding from the sirens The
club is in my veins Morals and values of the crazy minds The outsider is the society We tear it off the ground Hey, hey, join the club of monstrous action
Wanna have some lovely fun with me Talking bullocks and ignore reality Never cool, always highest temperament Shouting loud and never be silent Psycho
I am in the dark Cold like steel No one to talk to Nothing to see In the mist are a thousand creatures Hounding me, never free Eaten alive in my own
Party like a devil in delirium Run like a maniac to strike Stripping off and wander Fast like a thunder It's time to celebrate the feast of crime No
My father is jobless and my mom has passed away Sister a whore and my brother in jail Always out of cash and got nothing to eat Where I come from is
labeled as a love child Runnin' 'em up wild laying hella cuts down I get the club shut down with this thug style I puff clouds and touch crowds, what now? Sick rhymes strychnine runnin' through my bloodline Pedal to the metal
up my soldiers Scooping up my warriors Mobbin with these nolimit tru shot callers,street brawlers All the nigga don't fuck around We ain't gonna tear your club
[Intro][Joe Mafia] Shit, pass the clubs it over here Fuck, damn, yeah nigga thought it was soft Get the fuck up nigga, no doubt Niggas got Napolean down
labeled as a love-child Runnin 'em up wild laying hella cuts down I get the club shut down with this thug style I puff clouds and touch crowds, what now? Sick rhymes strychnine runnin through my bloodline Pedal to the metal
