No Luck

[Verse 1: Ethic]
I'm sick with thoughts, spit liquid drops
With acidic composition, hit it, stop, then listen
Three minutes on a disc and it keeps sentiments mixed
When I speak adamantly to beat the shit out of a kick-snare combo
(That's cold) I know that it is
And now we got this pedophile-like hold on these kids
And I've been told I'm too old for the biz
Look, you're only as old as the girls that your with
And I like 'em young, but I'm no idiot
They can't get in the club, but they can buy their own cigaretttes
I'm no thief but I'll rob a cradle
And stay fuckin' self-centered like a tornado
You ain't it, try somethin' less powdery
We make hits without an uppеr deck salary
And take trips to the flip-sidе of reality
Then give you a glimpse of how to supersede boundaries

[Chorus]
We take the music and whip it until it's tame
Rolls over when we say and winces under the pain
No luck
Debasically gifted at fillin' pages
Your value becomes lower as soon as our name's said
We take the music and whip it until it's tame
Rolls over when we say and winces under the pain
No luck
Debasically gifted at fillin' pages
Welcome to the Debasement

[Verse 2: Sapient]
Being born stupid..that's a harsh dishin'(?)
The catch to your music is that you aren't gifted
We drop verses that kill off the vermin
Skills not determined by cars, bitches, or credit card limits
But that's okay, you're just slow to mature
I never burn out, that's for the light bulbs and the herbs
And I ain't a beginner (huh) that's what I ate for dinner
If you don't think this brain is bigger, I beg to differ
'Cause hip-hop's my little petling
I keep it on a leash and sick it on peeps that disrespect me
So if you got a brain at all
Appreciate my glide
You don't need to break my fall
Please don't come down from this high
I slip into your system unnoticed
Took control of your head and left your lungs coated
My unquoted motivation is clearly this
Making you believe like your first religious experience

[Chorus]
We take the music and whip it until it's tame
When dishin' time comes they all line up
Rolls over when we say and winces under the pain
When dishin' time comes they all line up
We take the music and whip it until it's tame
When dishin' time comes they all line up
Rolls over when we say and winces under the pain
When dishin' time comes they all line up

[Verse 3: Sapient]
Was his one life leading up to one moment
Where the sunshine wasn't bright enough to notice?
Or was his one life just a display of one broken
Psyche that had licked off all the sugar coating?
He was a little stick boy, now he's a big boy
Plays with explosives and guns, they filled the big void
That pharmaceutical amphetamines couldn't pinpoint
Now he's disjointed and can't block out the voice
In his head that helped him make this choice
He's seen the darkness and his few friends say they have too
Yet it seems to be a bad move to let them in
He feels pleasurably sick in the mind
He's already checked his list twice, the names of who lives and dies
It's time to let the rats taste their own medicine and overdoses
He's always been the rubber band bound to snap back
He downloads his blueprints for explosives
Now his only focus is to bypass God's hand
He opens cafeteria doors and projects hot lead
Making victims out of the formulaic suburban hotbed
Mission, raise hell from the earth to purge the guilty
Accomplished, now it's time for the last victim of the killing..self
Was his one life leading up to one moment
Where the sunshine wasn't bright enough to notice?
Or was his one life just a display of one broken
Psyche that had licked off all the sugar coating?
Was his one life leading up to one moment
Where the sunshine wasn't bright enough to notice?
Or was his one life just a display of one broken
Psyche that had licked off all the sugar coating?