Heartless Remains

[Intro: Blind Al (Leslie Uggams)]
Listen to the pain. It's both history teacher and fortune teller. Pain teaches us who we are. Sometimes, it's so bad, we feel like we're dying but we can't really live until we die a little, can we?

[Verse 1: Sin Rip]
Thought I had this little shit figured out
Played my position and never talk outside of my mouth
But them foes, they get close and plant holes
In a foundation we thought was so fuckin' beautiful
Till you use it, you're Judas, you have plans to rule us
Funny, I nеver seen the ugly side that's gunnin', it hunts mе
You try to pick us apart slowly and poison the one thing we love, now you just an enemy
You finna get snuffed, leave you with scars, I'm heartless
Sinister's out, he want a dead carcass today (Yeah)
Taking no losses and challenging every one of the bosses that stood in our way
Decapitation's the only way
I'm burning the Bible, I'm holding a rifle
I'm nobody's disciple, I move when I want
It's in silence so fuck yo kindness
Suck a glass dick until you get sick
And I be the first one laughin' at your funeral

[Chorus: Sin Rip]
Nothing remains, cold in the game
Slug to the brain till our bodies decay
Man we lovin' this hate only heartless remains
Victims on hooks, now they're feeling our pain
'Cause then nothing remains, cold in the game
Slug to the brain till our bodies decay
Man we lovin' this hate only heartless remains
Victims on hooks, now they're feeling our pain

[Verse 2: Tha Roka]
Nothing remains, hollow man, I'll destroy you
This hatred made the monster that is standing right before you
Look into the eyes of Evil Jesus
My circle will survive 'cause I'm cutting off your leeches (Slice!)
And I put this on my momma
If you ever think of standing in my way you better log off
Crush! Roka don't fuck around
Sitting on a bed of bodies where your skull is a crown (Come on)
This is how we get down, Chicago's the grounds
Where your bodies will never be found, swallow this round here
Diggin' a hole, the drama unfolds
The torture techniques unleashed if you come at me bro (Bitch!)
This whole game treats us like a used soap bar (Yeah!)
Throw us out, you about to meet the crowbar (Yeah!)
James O'Barr, watch me illustrate the grief (Yeah!)
We sell a million copies to my people's on the streets

[Chorus: Sin Rip]
Nothing remains, cold in the game
Slug to the brain till our bodies decay
Man we lovin' this hate only heartless remains
Victims on hooks, now they're feeling our pain
'Cause then nothing remains, cold in the game
Slug to the brain till our bodies decay
Man we lovin' this hate only heartless remains
Victims on hooks, now they're feeling our pain