Suicide - Intellectual

Verse 1: Dwell]

Yo you're like a tattle kid for mass hysteria, crash barriers

And messing with that fly shit like aircraft carriers

Now who's inferior? Hearing my name in your area

Like the worms in your interior eating ya when they bury ya

Yo, worms crawl in, the worms crawl out

What that worm gone feel that when that worm gon doubt?

Like the world don't see what the world don't need

You keep searching for your purpose, I'm just trying to breathe

Like to hell with five Mikes kid I'm ten Alis

I'm that anthrax blowing in that jihad breeze

I'm like the moment of atonement when you topple degrees

I'm Dwell, one of Third Kind, one of three MC's

I'm well aware that our survival is a primal disease

And that it rivals the revival when you climbing the trees

And yo I want to make a difference so I'm begging you please

Put the barrel to your temple, close your eyes and then squeeze

[Chorus x2]

Yo put the barrel to your temple, close your eyes and then squeeze

I'm Dwell, one of Third Kind, one of three MC's

I'm well aware that our survival is a primal disease

So put the barrel to your temple, close your eyes and then squeeze

Suicide, it's a suicide, the type to never talk about us

Yo we sent them aside

I'm like Jekyll and Hyde anger aged like bottled wine

Dealing pot like a banger in the drive-bys

Or disguised like America's terrorists ties

How I die is just a question through living we're sniffing lines

The gossip and lies dead in my eyes like cheating wives

Burning inside like lye between a hooker's thighs

I feel paralyzed in the fahrenheit of nuclear genocide

A child's face covered with flies

Criminal minds with political ties

Subliminal knives cripple crack fiends

Side-tipping triple beams

Visualize the infant screams of aborted seeds

Ripped from the womb to form this earth scene

My eyes can't believe this world I seen

I put the barrel to my temple, close my eyes and then squeeze

Yo put the barrel to your temple, close your eyes and then squeeze

It's Fat Boi on the mic, the third of three MC's

And y'all beware of that disease of our repairable dreams

Put the barrel to your temple, close your eyes and then squeeze