Besedila:
Self Against City Always

too late Cause I need you to care, but you Always place the blame on something you don't understand You'll always be the same cause something's never change Always

arch bishop from the darkest district In the killing field planting seeds of dissent Fast fascinating demons flashing dreams of contempt Come on, self contained I'm my own metropolis Go against

what I'm eye'n Shiesty again, no where without iron Seems like my school life self destroyed Fuck gettin' a job, B.I.G. self employed Slugs pop, drug

cool it Your cover's blown Planning a break is such a tricky thing Because you move to the country, she comes back again And then you move to the city

if you dont share you dont donate to charity children who can barely eat not shoes on their feet we dont see we dont read we dont really need to self

fermented and distilled to eighteen minutes burning down our throats down the hall down the stairs in a building so tall that it will always be

get right down To the nitty gritty Born again, a soul bend blends K.M.D. and Brand Nubian, friends X-tends to grip palm and causin' calm in His knowledge of self

king and enslaved the innocent people of gamehendge. he cut down the trees and built a city, which he called prussia. and in the center of the city he

like you kept your self in good shape You stopped drinking? Huh? Congratulations. You back in school too? That's fascinating... So what you doing now a days? You living here again