What is left to inspire? A fabricated facade out of a perfect world replaces the old. I loathe this decaying society and culture, there are no more heroes
soul cost? When you die are you gonna be surprised? Will you see it coming? Will it be your summon? When you face the judgement of death, re-interpretation is all
All courtisey of my underground, mass of loot It don't matter what it cost, just grab some loot I'll earn it back before your class is through.. It's
to fuck weed in a microwave So if you know me know I love you from a distance My absence is all about business [Chorus] [Verse 2: Skatterman] Some people callin' my story an inspiration
And hire myself I admire myself, with a set of Slabs, salute All courtisey of my underground, mass of loot It don't matter what it cost, just grab some