Yo, this is no experiment, the building of a pyramid
revolution for the deadened eyes of the spiritless
I am not a hero with the heroin
I am merely buried in the fearlessness and swimming in adrenaline
You don’t understand where my head has been
I was staring at a television, drooling from my medicine
Falling in a rock bottom hole that would never end
Now I’m banging on the [bad word] door screaming let us in [bad word] it let’s pick up the pace, I got some yey and liquor to taste
And enough guns to stick up the place
He got a rhythm vision in him and I’m burning to talk
So I’m earning a buck, don’t stop, determined as [bad word] I hunger for blood, sleep deep in a dungeon of [bad word] I’m like a dope fiend who does dirt [bad word] in the mud
I had an uncle who’s a junkie and my cousin’s a thug
Violence is like AIDS, [bad word] in the blood [bad word] 
I live in a world with no sun
Where everybody’s high and we all pack guns
Till the day we die we [bad word] stack funds
Cause we live in a world with no sky
This is my world I live in it and die in it
People always used to tell me that the sky’s the limit
But I live in a world with no sky
Yeah I live in a world with no sky
[Verse 2]
Scraping from the rock bottom turned me to a hustler
Now I got the product that I’m pushing to a customer
Powerful narcotic powder [bad word] to give [bad word] to ya
Anger and aggression, I’mma [bad word] bag it up for ya
People wanna know where my head is at
I’ve been beating on a kick when I was down till my head is cracked
Driven by a rage and they never could get rid of that
So I took my [bad word] spot, try and get it back
I’m too on top of my speed, I got a pocket of greed
I never sleep, my eye sockets’ll bleed
Before I ever let you creep up on me, that [bad word] s just not gonna be
That’ll be a future that you’re not gonna see
My team is a squad of derelicts and demons and gods
So when my back’s against the wall I can even the odds
We fight for the cause even if the reason is wrong
The winter is freezing, where I live the season is long [bad word] 
[Verse 3]
Olde English 40 bottles, brown paper baggin’
Stinking like a fresh bag of weed, pants saggin’
Had a vision back then like you can’t imagine
No exaggeration, I am what you can’t fathom
I’m a phantom, they doubted me and told me that I can’t um
All it did was teach me how to fight and now I [bad word] Can’t walk straight, it ain’t even odd
I’m heading back to this [bad word]  I don’t believe in God at all