Fading… featuring Twiztid & Krizz Kaliko - Prozak

Tell me something good like Rufus of Chaka Khan

Although haters want us to fail, we keep on keepin' it on

Holy water and hell and not a second before dawn

Ya just need amp up the pace because the spotlights on

Hey Man, they say I often preach

Spit it like a wicked evangelist

So only the chosen will understand this

Too complex for one dementional minds

I’m a monster in make-up who wake up and get high

Cause in my all life I’m blessed with sorrow and pain

Got the occasional happy day to keep from being mundane

I’m insane like my armada and the killers I roll with

Pandora’s box was never ment to be open

Close caption, my want is take action

And hit em when there asleep or just relaxing

Never see it coming, Prozak started up the death machine

And I’m riding in the front seat with someone’s blood covering me

Here, is darkness where I am

I don’t know where I am

I’m slowly fading…

And it’s here, this darkness is where I stay

If I can’t find my way

It’s where I’m staying…

Sometimes I feel so down and depressed

Sometimes I feel that the weight

Of the whole world sits on my chest

Sometimes at night I try to sleep but then I can’t catch my breath

Sometimes I try to cope with stress

Feeling that there’s nothing left, put to rest

Man, I started path of wicked about a decade ago

I was destend to bring darkness to records and microphones

You can hate this if you want but I’m still going call this home

Fuck the mainstream radio, play the wicked we walk alone

Never intended for the weak minds to understand or except this

Don’t end up another statistics, devils reject it

Test it and what going to find is this shits true

That this audience we supply will devistate you

Going to desecrate you, never did trust you'

That’s okay that you don’t like us, because we fucking hate you

So ironic in view of sycotic, morphed, and balistic

When ya’ll should be on Prozak

Because mainstream minds are twisted

I’m a maniac by trade

Raised by public enemy number one

By tearing domes out the game

And I’d be careful because every word that you say

Is another way for people to imulate you everyday

And then hate it in everyway

And when you face with it, it’s on some hater shit

Catered to that mainstream bitch

And get some play with it, I’m straight with it

I’m wickedest when I’m sittin here with this pen

And it’s given me the grin, even like the purest of sin

And if I let it loose to a bottle of grey goose

By the time the cops come I’ll be firing on them too

If you can hear the thunder now, I’m underground

You wonder how I’ve never been found

Even with the wickedest sound I hover around

My fingers up in your face

And all you weak ass sell outs

Ain’t nothing more than motherfucken disgraces

And I’m hiding from all the fakes

Who dominantly want to take from my mind

Of something so twiztid but I turn them away