why even try 

its time to die 

the hell of myself is enough to defy 

thoughts and plans of the next man and neighbor 

its all in the hands of us now you catch the vapor 

its been on this boat long enough to float 

through hurricane winds and in the end still provoke 

thoughts to actions actions to limelight 

ive heard a few things 

its the beauty of hindsight 

put as much upfront as you possibly can 

a handshake aint nothing but the shake of two hands 

business is business and friends are friends 

never mix the two and if you do their bound to end 

its sour notes for sour songs 

and about the hope but i hope for the wrong 

see im all about the truth and the few that i trust 

so close to your dome 

the wisdom discussed 



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who wears the crown 

came to tear your kingdom down 

you rule the wild 

we 'bout to rule the town 

you running now 

go ahead hide yourself 

hold your pride 

we'll leave you with nothing else 

the end is now x8 



its gun denied to take your bazooka 

its hand to hand combat or just simply shootcha 

its the principle 

its the wages of war 

its all of our battle 

or to settle the score (it's settled) 

its no more words 

its fight 'til death 

its heavy breathing till theres no breath left 

its peace and rest 

its six feet deep 

its your only strong and your weakest link 

its no time to think 

go with your first line 

its too late to turn back 

we've crossed enemy lines 

its the climb of a lifetime without a rope 

its no more notes 

its no more hope 

its to outvote the rest with jury to rule 

its to be entertained by magicians and fools 

its to throw the the riches the kingdom and jewels 

its the last man standing that won the duel 



chorus 



i aint even playin with these fools no more 

kick down the closed door 

teach em what it shows for 

no more hos or throw your hands up 

nor any other party and junk we're known for 

just a core of emcees a line for war 

and when its time for war the crew that aint signed no more 

the hungriest sharks in the sea are cut throats 

so overboard throw you overboard see if your butt floats 

and whether or not the weather is hot 

together we got a spot 

so dont leave your soul alone to rot 

we've been known to rock 

till the ceiling falls 

sampson on his tracks 

we'll be seein y'all 

its the end of the line 

boogie with your kind 

may i remind you of the crew from time to time 

against y'all bringin the ruckus and in time 

hundred and ten times 

faster the fact by end times 



chorus