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letra de the truth - mission infect

[intro]
i feel it crashing all down (all radio is dead)
you should feel guilty for tryna k!ll me
you never will say..

[verse 1: t.o.n.e-z]
i’m so sick of life, but god gave it to me as a gift
so how can i give it back? this
is the thought of a man who has the world
in the palm of his hand, i wanna squeeze, let the pain drip
pour it in the gl-ss and sip
take all the stress of the world
my ex girl, my fake friends, my fake family, vanity
trying to damage me, i cannot sleep
i’m a giver not a taker
so i give and give, and never get sh-t back
if that’s my purpose, am i worthless?
tears of pain, tears of joy
coincide, clash respectively, ying versus yang
i guess it’s my destiny
so i advise y’all not to stand next to me

[hook x4: saint sinna & badluck]
you should feel guilty for tryna k!ll me
you never will say, you’re blinded by the truth

[verse 2: badluck]
a gl-ss breaks in my hand from the stress
pressure makes any man turn a mess
the flesh in my hand rips dripping
now the only thing that make me feel real in this f-cked up world we live
and if i’m not giving in, i stay solid
and stand up to the point i’m demolished
that follows me everywhere i go, like a shadow tho-se
that tried to k!ll me are willingly taking gradual blows
i’ve been through it all man, but i stay crawlin’ back
with every ounce of my energy steady takin’ attacks
and facing the facts, that i’m only placed on the map
to blaze up the tracks, to keep you all aware of the back-
stabbin’, these rap b-st-rds takin’ me, pullin’ me down
to a lower level but i still keep my feet on the ground
flippin’ and spinnin’ and steady dodging you b-tches
my mission is to tell my kids i’m either rich or i’m dead in a ditch

[hook x4]

[verse 3: lo key]
sometimes i wanna grab a shotgun and lose it
say “f-ck the raps” go out and prove it
show ’em with gunshots they’re useless, stupid
tell me where they got the idea for a movement
if there was a god, i’d be prayin’ for a change
in the way these king cobra rap kids prey
on the thoughts and creations blatantly taken
and rapin the songs in constant innovation
i got a plan but you all lost faith in me
so i apologize, bow out gracefully
hang up my hat, end it all tastefully
slip out the back, real life waits for me
so now i quit this life, living like a clown on stage
like a marionette they move me around
i never wanted the throne, i give back my crown
i would rather watch from the crowd as it all falls down

[hook x3]

[verse 4: saint sinna]
i feel it crashing all down…
but still i will not break down
i feel the pressure building inside
right now i think i’m losing my mind
so pipe down, cause you ain’t taking my shine
cause i ain’t never gonna stop, so drop and quit wasting your time
i been through a lot it’s like i’m surrounded by death
so many sneezing games, cause i’ve been k!llin my chest
i’ve hit rock bottom, but i keep doin’ my best
so i’mma roll with this gift until they take my final breath
so step up, maybe they really wanna try me
i’m all in, so don’t take it lightly
spend my whole life cause i’ve been fighting
so come on down cause you know where to find me

[hook x3]

- mission infect

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