Land of The Beast

Rem: “Do you know this man?”

Jai: “Should I?”

Rem: “Well get to. This fine gentleman is King Marcell. He’ll keep you alive through the storm you’re about to endure, whether you want him to or not.”

[Verse: Marcell]

Land of the B-E-A-S-T, Beauty ain't got shit on us
It's the B-E-ST artist up on the chorus
And I B-E-A-S-T every artist and songs
So, I told Jaivaughntae that Marcell might not belong

I'm a werewolf, a giant that's abominable and a lion
I kill tracks on tracks, bitch, and I ain't even trying
And that's no effort, that's no effort, Bitch, I ain't even lying
And that's no pressure, that's no pressure, so, how the fuck are they diamonds?

Oh, shit, I'ma snap these niggas, I'll wrap these niggas, then slap theses niggas
Shoot on theses niggas like do-do-do-do and blap-blap-blap-blap these niggas
I'll wrap these niggas, grenades and all, cause it's no serenade involved
I'ma give these niggas that sour face, but there's no lemonade involved

I'm the best in this bitch, no contest in this bitch, like we ain't got no refs in this bitch
I'm lethal, you give me a weapon, I just might go psycho on tracks, V Tech in this bitch
A monster that's chasing the green, I came from the slums, I'm feeling like Shrek in this bitch
Don't give a fuck what niggas say, just give me my check in this bitch, I'ma rest in this bitch

[Hook: Marcell]

Land of the B-E-A-S-T, Beauty ain't got shit on us
This the B-E-ST artist up on the chorus
And I B-E-A-S-T every artist and songs
So, I told these rap niggas in this game you don't belong

Land of the Beast
Land of the Beast
Land of the Beast
Land of the B-E-A-S-T, Beauty ain't got shit on Land of the Beast

[Verse Two: No Idols]

I'm getting sick to my stomach
It happened all of a sudden
Was it the lyrics I vomit out
On a daily

Basis, these rappers are slavish
Towards a system of databases
Whose thoughts are as knavish
As I expect

Stasis, our minds are not stimulated
We're being miseducated, and
You are manipulated
I bet

That all you bitches who made it
Aren't even half as creative
As what I piss in the snow
I fucking hate it

I swear, I'm getting sick and tired of rappers
I'm bout to get the plastic wrap to sell these fucking crackers
They bass ackwards, bend 'em backwards like chiropractors
I'll coat a scabbard in hard lacquer, then beat 'em after

Don't fucking test me, I'm at the tip of the rope
I'm hoping all of you croak
To these rhythms that I wrote

You get the message? I don't need a man to preach
I'm in the house of a fiend
In the land of the beast

[Hook: Marcell]

Land of the B-E-A-S-T, Beauty ain't got shit on us
This the B-E-ST artist up on the chorus
And I B-E-A-S-T every artist and songs
So, I told these rap niggas in this game you don't belong

Land of the Beast
Land of the Beast
Land of the Beast
Land of the B-E-A-S-T, Beauty ain't got shit on Land of the Beast

Liora: “You don’t have to be this way. Violent, I mean. Rem and Delano are barbaric and simple minded men, you need a woman’s perspective to bring your learning experience full circle. They took you down the, for lack of better expression, wrong path; but truly there is no wrong path. I am here to show you another option if you would care to try.”

Jai: “Another option? What other option is there?”

Liora: “My dear, have you ever heard of something called the pursuit of happiness?”