Trapped - Intellectual

Album: Blame Me

Label: SMI Music

Year: 2015

[DEMON VOICE]

What do you fear most?

Death?

Or the awakening momets before it?

[HOOK 1 x 2]

Im trapped in this room bitch i dont kno where to go

Thinkin trashin my belongings and burnin my whole studio

Only keep my weapons see if i can find heaven

Ive tried so many things but i find that only death is peace

[HOOK 2 x 2]

This is the shit that is on my mind when i'm all alone

Demon talkin to me all them years was me all along

Vicious cycle can't escape it my life doesn't fear erasin

Fuck all you image relatin pussies and cowards fakin

[VERSE 1: D0c2ce]

Pussy! dont think i won't clap you

I'm training to make this shit happen

Your sideways hat don't make you a factor

Me, believe in myself as a master

Yo seat belt ain't fastened, blastin the maverick

Coroner tellin ya daddy what happened

If you ain't got no daddy then you just a bastard

I dont feel sorry for nowone inhabiting

Earth, child, or mother or pastor

My bitch she dont even like me as a rapper

I'm searchin for peace at the wrong door im tappin

Behind it is havoc and death and the sadness

But sadness is nothing, death is true happiness

Eatin ya hatred i hope that you laugh at this

When i feel that i should quit, i'm passin it

Beat you to hell tell me whats after it

Hell is the planet with egos imagining

That we are different than sickening maggots

Fuck all these rappers hate em with passion

I never show love to ya actin and yappin

Won't do a track with a faggot who's askin

Why i dont do it like this and like that

Shut down my mind, strappin my jacket wit action

And caution the objects are sharp in the backpack

I'm castin these full metal jackets

I got too much ammo dont need to ration

I'm leavin the river of blood so deep

That you might as well go rafting

I'll be right in back of you plottin the massacre

Fuck what i capture i dont get attached to it

Find stillness in trashin it scratchin it

No room in my body for bullets or hatchets

You bitch