Bad Company -

I’ve been waiting for this shit to erupt

In a glass shell, been rocking back and forth for a month

(for a month)

I can’t remember the name of a coward only the pain and the scars gained

contour the veins, brother

I put the rank on my back

Let the information sink when you gaze at the facts

I’ll be waiting for the double headed snake and the rat

I need to react and then adapt

Before the climax and keep intact, cuz (uh)

I keep a terror attack style like cyrax blowing up the mass, mask on (what)

I’m in a class above a black belt just like a master

Bow to disaster

Sipping blood dripping from a dagger

Relax like two fat hits of blue magic

Raised by the classics

First release on repeat, turn them all into addicts

(Yeah, and they still ain’t fucking with us)

You can’t fuck with my clique

Mad at the world with them scars on my fist, bitch

You can’t fuck with my clique

When you’re living in a state of mind you can’t fix

You can’t fuck with my clique

Mad at the world with them scars on my fist, bitch

You can’t fuck with my clique

When you’re living in a state of mind you can’t fix

You know I feel;

Charismatic the way I open my veins in the attic

Feeling of madness in the court of low thinking I’m in the court with a racquet,

bringing the racket

Disturbing the peace, what a feat, the fraek of nature

Birthed my desease

Alert to all threats, fuck these figures I’m a hone in the skills

A clone in the hills, propose and sacrifice for the youth

Admitting the world except your fucking punk crew

I’m a break through with the clique

Bleeding out the motherfucking crevice in the mist

Surfacing the level of psychopath

I’m talking to a motherfucking bitch

I need to relocate the grips

Re arrange the cheekbonen, jow, gotta list (list)

Open that wound if you need another lesson from a brother like this

Step in line with the rest of the filth (filth)

Oh no, can’t be controlled, step back or fold

The gift of rhythm;

still it wasn’t given to’em

Your better pay your respects

Put them hands in disposals and laugh at the mess

Panic or distress

Linear graphs predict where I rest

I digress, my minds air locked inside a chest (yo)

Everlasting, circumnavigating to find the action

Periodical visions of distractions

To understand the meaning of wath’s happened

They asking, «How do we develop what you mastered?»

It originated in our deepest fear of falling backwards

And we will arise from the ashes

Evolded;

four blacks souls the eyes matching

You dwelling in the past speaking latin

Attract the metal scene like a magnet

Oh please, now extract the waste that has gathered

You can’t fuck with my clique

Mad at the world with them scars on my fist, bitch

You can’t fuck with my clique

When you’re living in a state of mind you can’t fix

You can’t fuck with my clique

Mad at the world with them scars on my fist, bitch

You can’t fuck with my clique

When you’re living in a state of mind you can’t fix