Horace Roye

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical, [?begging?]

[Father Focus Confucius]

Early burdens of urban journalists explain to the universe like Apernicus
Taking the merciless Gorgons, go like I was Perseus
I have observed the murderers burning the churches and circuses
Worry because of ?? are worshiped under the surfaces
Behold the joy, I've never witnessed of my soul destroyed
I'm Horace Roye, tomorrow's crucifixion of these soldier boys
A Polaroid'll stain your soul, watch the game spitter
Getting lost and you're off the chain, I'm off the flame syndrome
Quick sacrificial lambs are superficial fans
Who will love us just as long as we can do a little dance
Tryna be here is the truth, while you eat forbidden fruit
But they love to kill the messenger and shoot the middle man, check it
Go on til somebody kills you, it's getting hard to say
Peace to Peter Tosh, Big and Pac, L and Marvin Gaye
Starving artist looking martyrdom like Easter part the play
Receiving up a little in exchange for giving their heart away

"Will you kill me dead"
After all I've done will I end up with the fallen ones?
"Will you kill me dead"
Could they lay me down and let my life blood stain the ground?
"Will you kill me dead"
Will you take my life or be the one that tries to make it right?
"Or kiss me instead"

[Coal Cash]

Don't give a fuck about what you really think of me
I'm past the brink and if you stay in sync with me
You'll need a drink, I'm a jinx on humanity
Insanity links to the strings on my canopy
Can it be I'm a king of the anarchy
Blasting hammers at the banners that they ?? me
I'm Illmatic so fuck you and your accolades
I'm packing blades, bitches better back away
I rap the way, my father had to tend to it
I dismember with the blender of my penmanship
Rhyme render agenda, the mind bender
The ?? at the end of time
Bloodline define tempers, so went to the rhyme sender
Inventor regenerated, related and loved and hated
Debated on what's created
What I emanate in life, pay the price with my bleeding hands
Stand undefeated, that's why I never needed fans

(Hook)

[Tabs]

These kids are sick, looking for an instant fix
A disturbing trend when they turn to their friends and ?? shit
Inexplicably watch how quickly it'll shift
The typical fan is a whimsical fickled little bitch
Their fame is whittled down to a brittle mitt
What you throw to piranhas but don't do to the biggest fish
Apparently critics are parasitic ticks
Tryna officially rewrite history like Winston Smith
Fuck the listeners and whoever spins this shit
We're prisoners stuck in the middle like we're ??
They savor the weak flavors of the weak that these gimmicks spit
Your attention span is shorter than a midget's dick
You will just find that tryna get in the mix
Is a perennial uphill climb like Sisyphus
Spraying lead at label heads cuz they're triple six
I'm sick of this and if you're with me then lift your fist

"Will you kill me dead
Will you kill me dead
Will you kill me dead
Or kiss me instead"
[2x]