The Collision

Verse

I'm the silhouette in the garden where the serpents play,

Writing scriptures on the wall, wash the dirt away.

I seen the ghosts of the projects, they whisper in the wind,

"How you reconcile the saint with the origin of sin?"

I'm at the table with the elders, breaking bread and bone,

Heavy is the head that turned the pebble into stone.

Compton on my shoulders, it’s a weight I gotta carry,

While these rappers chasing clout, I’m just chasing what is necessary.

The duality of man—I’m the preacher and the pusher,

The silence in the storm, the flame inside the bush, uh.

I don't rap for the radio, I rap for the soul,

To keep the fire burning when the universe is cold.

Bridge

Wait—the room starts spinning, the ink starts bleeding,

I’m hearing voices in the attic and they’re screaming for a meeting.

The cadence switch, the oxygen is thin,

I think I feel the monster crawling underneath my skin...

Verse

Look, I’m a lyrical miracle, cynical, clinical, typical criminal,

Hitting the pinnacle, individual, never subliminal.

I’m a literal powder keg, how do they think they can battle me?

I’ll take a battery, strap it to rap and then shock the anatomy!

I’m a manic depressive with a mechanic’s obsession for static,

I’m packing a semi-automatic vocabulary up in the attic.

You’re a fan of the gimmick? I’m the phantom of the clinic,

With a pen that’s so toxic the paper’ll melt in a minute!

I’m back with a vengeance, I’m stacking my sentences,

Attacking the mentions and hacking the engines,

Of every pretender who thinks he’s a contender,

I’ll put ‘em in a blender and hit the "return to sender!"

I’m Slim, I’m the Shady, I’m crazy, I’m lazily

Raising the bar while you’re grazing on daisies,

I’m out of my mind—can somebody please save me?

Or give me a mic and just let the world hate me!

Outro

One speaks for the people. One speaks for the pain.

Both of 'em dancing inside of the rain.

The king and the killer. The monk and the ghost.

Who do you fear the most?