Apartheid

[Chorus]
Snakes around my arms, yeah, they're tying me down
Every time I try to move, man, I am not allowed
Take control of my thoughts, the past self is dead
It is what it is, but it will not always be left

[Verse]
Apartheid, gone with the departed
Fire inside of me, please don't get it started
He off a pill, so he act retarded, perfect for a lick to be plotted
Crash dummies have use, someone has to take the fall
Not everyone gets to ball, had to do some roster cuts
Send him out to meet his fate, destiny was very rough
Destined for something, greatness or hatred
She's too clingy, so I do not want relations
Side chick might kill me, but I know that she won't
She's just a side after all, I have her after course
Lightning strikes from the clouds, ash on the dirt
Dirtmobb soldier, war crimes I commit
When I'm on the mic I'm a five star terrorist

[Chorus]
Snakes around my arms and they tying me down
Every time I try to move, I am not allowed
Take control of my thoughts, the past self is dead
It is what it is, but it will not always be left

[Slowed]
[Chorus]
Snakes around my arms, yeah, they're tying me down
Every time I try to move, man, I am not allowed
Take control of my thoughts, the past self is dead
It is what it is, but it will not always be left

[Verse]
Apartheid, gone with the departed
Fire inside of me, please don't get it started
He off a pill, so he act retarded, perfect for a lick to be plotted
Crash dummies have use, someone has to take the fall
Not everyone gets to ball, had to do some roster cuts
Send him out to meet his fate, destiny was very rough
Destined for something, greatness or hatred
She's too clingy, so I do not want relations
Side chick might kill me, but I know that she won't
She's just a side after all, I have her after course
Lightning strikes from the clouds, ash on the dirt
Dirtmobb soldier, war crimes I commit
When I'm on the mic I'm a five star terrorist

[Chorus]
Snakes around my arms and they tying me down
Every time I try to move, I am not allowed
Take control of my thoughts, the past self is dead
It is what it is, but it will not always be left