Mortified

Better watch out if you're mortified Paranoia all around If this here is a toy what I'm holding now? Little girls and boys keep the noises down While I deploy these Where your voice is found And that's that, two seconds flat Guess who, it's me And my crew checking back Only the elect can keep up with a rap That'll leave these idiots A reason to run track You don't know my style, running wild Guerrilla tactic With the guile of something fowl Got you wondering now Who's hunted down When you can't put a finger on How I'm on the prowl Your number one priority Never turn your back When there's more from me Gun cocked, ready to be pouring these Caps, and that's all you'll see Eyes open, there's more than a season Ears open, there's more than a rhyme Mouths open, there's more than a reason So it tastes better than you can find Mind open there's more than a feeling Still hoping there's more than a sign Better know that you won't get killed When the rest of these fools are mortified Two feet forward in the fight of my life Couldn't kill me if I was blind at night What you gonna do when my eye is right Blood thirsty, and my line of sight is you Taking shots at me, refusing death Never knowing what's ahead of each breath Bodies of the dead remind me who slept For a second, then I reckon that They forgot checking what's true You thought killing was cool From a young age these children once knew The safe way for living was staying in school 'Til they found out the villain was you Now it's all about survival of the fittest When it's my time, the trial and the witness Ain't gonna be able to say a word My face a blur Cause they lack the right kind of fitness In this world I conceive as a coffin This is all I know And I'm thinking that often lost in Translation, the hell that I'm facing Couldn't tell that I'm pacing the floor with caution And I can feel your curtain closing Take another drink And I'm sure that the potion Won't cut it when your toes don't run in The direction and flow of forward motion And your mind just wanna keep moving Faster than your flow can find That sentence Where you're past your penance And you grasp What went into the path you rhyme Grow up, boy, you're still teething Still learning you can't control Trying to gain the impossible That got you fooled Now your enemy done got your soul