Better Encroachment

[Verse 1: KYA]
I'm spitting mad bars, I'm spitting fireballs
Spitting acid through the floor
Nailed to a board, the hoarder was no more
Everything that's stacking up is dusty from the "good war"
The grass isn't green anymore
Lust turned to greed in the core, the tables always turn
Feed the father for the one's in the herd, you never learn
Ears plugged by the incoherence of but one
Not one but the one that was all
Never fall, stay for the good part until provoked
Shoot out in strokes, paint a masterpiece with the anger that encroached