Anonymuz - MORPHEUS lyrics
[Anonymuz - MORPHEUS lyrics]
Those who are indifferent do not see others
They are nothing for others
And are unconcerned
With what might happen to them
They are surrounded by a great emptiness
Filled by in fact they're devoid of all hope
As well as imagination
In other words, they are devoid of a future
Where do we fear death at the end
Okay a stay slanderous, vacate Nazareth
I just came back, nigga, thank Saint Lazarus
God flow make a nigga pray we can't catch him
And this crazy land active 'til
The day change African
8th gate shattering, they can't challenge you
Pourin' champagne on your
Grave brain cannabis
To mix with your remains
Smoking A-grade pack of 'em
Niggas played games 'til the
Game came after 'em
Ha, but now the jig is so up
I'm here to take the system over
I'm into solar
Might hit your bitch and hit the doja
I spit from Hova
I hit the strip and switch the tone up
And switch the flow up
Like, what are the options
Running, be covered in blood
From your nostrils niggas be talking
They're ducking and dodging
Bitch, I ain't fucking with
None of the nonsense
Bro, I don't know are you summoning hoe
I'm a son of a bitch, I'm a cussing conflict
Stuck in the mud
I ain't running from nothing run up on me
You get thrown in the garbage? yeah
Least I know my place, card is black skin
We might all die based on the factions
Feel like y'all might think I'm the bad guy
I might just raise hell 'pon the mandem
Least I know my fate, God is black skin
We might all die based on the faction
We might all die based on the action
When you gone, people like to have you
When you wrong, people like to cancel
When you wrong, when you
See the light, people like to damn you
See the light, people like to damn you
Ayo, so I don't give a fuck
About your motherfucking judgement at all
These niggas hoes be rolling smoke
On like a hundred cigars
It's nothing at all
This tunnel vision come with them scars
But fuck it, we still gotta eat 'cause all
My brothers been starving
Come and get sharpened
Someone said it's one in the morning
I've been standing in the gutter
Couple suns before then
Running through storms and jungles filled
With thunders that roar
And rumbles the floor
So tell me what the fuck is the point
Of being goody two
All of my bitches bad as my attitude
Passables, all of my niggas promise
To act a fool smack the few
Who had a few raps 'til they black and blue
Catch a crew lacking
It's tragic the way we had to do 'em
When I die, fuck it
I want to go to Las Vegas
City of sin, henny
And gin tried to all save us many who end
Plenty begin drown it all to satan
Least I know my place, card is black skin
We might all die based on the factions
Feel like y'all might think I'm the bad guy
I might just raise hell 'pon the mandem
Least I know my place, on the map when
We might all die based on what's happening
Least I own my fate, y'all are mad men
Nothing to lose, nothing to prove, my nigga
Something to do, something to do, my nigga
Find me a prophet or four, my nigga
Might be a monster, what are you, my nigga?
Find me a prophet or four, my nigga
Might, might, might, might be
Might be a monster, what are you, my nigga?
They are nothing for others
And are unconcerned
With what might happen to them
They are surrounded by a great emptiness
Filled by in fact they're devoid of all hope
As well as imagination
In other words, they are devoid of a future
Where do we fear death at the end
Okay a stay slanderous, vacate Nazareth
I just came back, nigga, thank Saint Lazarus
God flow make a nigga pray we can't catch him
And this crazy land active 'til
The day change African
8th gate shattering, they can't challenge you
Pourin' champagne on your
Grave brain cannabis
To mix with your remains
Smoking A-grade pack of 'em
Niggas played games 'til the
Game came after 'em
Ha, but now the jig is so up
I'm here to take the system over
I'm into solar
Might hit your bitch and hit the doja
I spit from Hova
I hit the strip and switch the tone up
And switch the flow up
Like, what are the options
Running, be covered in blood
From your nostrils niggas be talking
They're ducking and dodging
Bitch, I ain't fucking with
None of the nonsense
Bro, I don't know are you summoning hoe
I'm a son of a bitch, I'm a cussing conflict
Stuck in the mud
I ain't running from nothing run up on me
You get thrown in the garbage? yeah
Least I know my place, card is black skin
We might all die based on the factions
Feel like y'all might think I'm the bad guy
I might just raise hell 'pon the mandem
Least I know my fate, God is black skin
We might all die based on the faction
We might all die based on the action
When you gone, people like to have you
When you wrong, people like to cancel
When you wrong, when you
See the light, people like to damn you
See the light, people like to damn you
Ayo, so I don't give a fuck
About your motherfucking judgement at all
These niggas hoes be rolling smoke
On like a hundred cigars
It's nothing at all
This tunnel vision come with them scars
But fuck it, we still gotta eat 'cause all
My brothers been starving
Come and get sharpened
Someone said it's one in the morning
I've been standing in the gutter
Couple suns before then
Running through storms and jungles filled
With thunders that roar
And rumbles the floor
So tell me what the fuck is the point
Of being goody two
All of my bitches bad as my attitude
Passables, all of my niggas promise
To act a fool smack the few
Who had a few raps 'til they black and blue
Catch a crew lacking
It's tragic the way we had to do 'em
When I die, fuck it
I want to go to Las Vegas
City of sin, henny
And gin tried to all save us many who end
Plenty begin drown it all to satan
Least I know my place, card is black skin
We might all die based on the factions
Feel like y'all might think I'm the bad guy
I might just raise hell 'pon the mandem
Least I know my place, on the map when
We might all die based on what's happening
Least I own my fate, y'all are mad men
Nothing to lose, nothing to prove, my nigga
Something to do, something to do, my nigga
Find me a prophet or four, my nigga
Might be a monster, what are you, my nigga?
Find me a prophet or four, my nigga
Might, might, might, might be
Might be a monster, what are you, my nigga?