[Verse 1: Ethic]

I'm sick with thoughts, spit liquid drops

With acidic composition, hit it, stop, then listen

Three minutes on a disc and it keeps sentiments mixed

When I speak adamantly to beat the shit out of a kick-snare combo

(That's cold) I know that it is

And now we got this pedophile-like hold on these kids

And I've been told I'm too old for the biz

Look, you're only as old as the girls that your with

And I like 'em young, but I'm no idiot

They can't get in the club, but they can buy their own cigaretttes

I'm no thief but I'll rob a cradle

And stay fuckin' self-centered like a tornado

You ain't it, try somethin' less powdery

We make hits without an uppеr deck salary

And take trips to the flip-sidе of reality

Then give you a glimpse of how to supersede boundaries

[Chorus]

We take the music and whip it until it's tame

Rolls over when we say and winces under the pain

No luck

Debasically gifted at fillin' pages

Your value becomes lower as soon as our name's said

We take the music and whip it until it's tame

Rolls over when we say and winces under the pain

No luck

Debasically gifted at fillin' pages

Welcome to the Debasement

[Verse 2: Sapient]

Being born stupid..that's a harsh dishin'(?)

The catch to your music is that you aren't gifted

We drop verses that kill off the vermin

Skills not determined by cars, bitches, or credit card limits

But that's okay, you're just slow to mature

I never burn out, that's for the light bulbs and the herbs

And I ain't a beginner (huh) that's what I ate for dinner

If you don't think this brain is bigger, I beg to differ

'Cause hip-hop's my little petling

I keep it on a leash and sick it on peeps that disrespect me

So if you got a brain at all

Appreciate my glide

You don't need to break my fall

Please don't come down from this high

I slip into your system unnoticed

Took control of your head and left your lungs coated

My unquoted motivation is clearly this

Making you believe like your first religious experience

[Chorus]

We take the music and whip it until it's tame

When dishin' time comes they all line up

Rolls over when we say and winces under the pain

When dishin' time comes they all line up

We take the music and whip it until it's tame

When dishin' time comes they all line up

Rolls over when we say and winces under the pain

When dishin' time comes they all line up

[Verse 3: Sapient]

Was his one life leading up to one moment

Where the sunshine wasn't bright enough to notice?

Or was his one life just a display of one broken

Psyche that had licked off all the sugar coating?

He was a little stick boy, now he's a big boy

Plays with explosives and guns, they filled the big void

That pharmaceutical amphetamines couldn't pinpoint

Now he's disjointed and can't block out the voice

In his head that helped him make this choice

He's seen the darkness and his few friends say they have too

Yet it seems to be a bad move to let them in

He feels pleasurably sick in the mind

He's already checked his list twice, the names of who lives and dies

It's time to let the rats taste their own medicine and overdoses

He's always been the rubber band bound to snap back

He downloads his blueprints for explosives

Now his only focus is to bypass God's hand

He opens cafeteria doors and projects hot lead

Making victims out of the formulaic suburban hotbed

Mission, raise hell from the earth to purge the guilty

Accomplished, now it's time for the last victim of the killing..self

Was his one life leading up to one moment

Where the sunshine wasn't bright enough to notice?

Or was his one life just a display of one broken

Psyche that had licked off all the sugar coating?

Was his one life leading up to one moment

Where the sunshine wasn't bright enough to notice?

Or was his one life just a display of one broken

Psyche that had licked off all the sugar coating?