[Mr. Skurge Khingass]
My weapons of elimination disperse first and hug the earth to say goodbye
The sound of war doves cry bring a uncontrolled urine
And tears to eye, hoping the amount of drought days run dry
But my flow persist like raging rapids decapitating guys
Move slow with the
Eye on prize not worried about the others mocking the fruits of my labor
Soon to be sun-dried or deep-fried, whichever one hurts more
All stimulants besides my word and beats will be denied
No ether to daze, no weed to get high
(punk motherfucker) The sky's the limit
I rethought my situation I'm not ready to die like the late great
Even though I think about it half-baked sitting on my bedside
Sometimes suicide
I realized the mission ain't Over me and Cobra Commander
Search for Infinito the time they read miranda rights
These days
He roams free waiting to get one in his sights
Maybe one day
By radio or gun play Until that day We stay beneath the surface
Everyone stay beneath the surface Everyday every one day everyone say
[Chorus] - (2X)
All snakes bite even though
All poisons don't affect you
I seen to many anxious rappers
Grabbing mics like homosexuals
Grab dicks I prick my finger
Made the blood oh...
We toasted Hip Hop a long time ago
It ain't no secret
The beacon was visible I came to the light thinking that me and Nvisible
Might do some things that make our parents proud
Thought should have been broadcasted out loud
Now I wear a shroud of anger plus I'm a little stranger than I used to be in the past
I either lost my direction..Or found my place at last
Spending time in my room pouring out thoughts on pads
Like a chemist with a flask
Designing a drink To cure my own self-affliction
Turned to grim affliction If you got some kinda beef meet me at the benediction
Until then keep slithering And I'll keep wishing
[Chorus] - (1X)
No Secret was produced by Mr. Skurge.