[00:00.000] 作曲 : Jamie Spaniolo/Paul Metheric
[00:00.000][Madrox]
[00:00.403]Put me on public display and showcase
[00:02.505]So there's an equal opportunity for everyone to hate me
[00:05.761]I know you think it's a lie and it's a scam
[00:07.941]**** the music, **** the time, and **** who I am from where I stand
[00:11.144]We digest shit like flies on trashcans
[00:13.611]Overseers of the east with five-pointed pentagrams
[00:17.667]Time to open your mind up
[00:19.062]Possessed by the rhyme is
[00:20.368]Eventually how they wind up
[00:21.766]Damaged, innocence isn't a friend
[00:24.181]So it's hard to overlook and pretend where it all started
[00:27.461]Half hearted and semi skilled still today
[00:30.062]Un****withable and unreal
[00:32.664]Unbearable and unheard, unmentioned and disrespected
[00:36.746]On more levels and just words
[00:38.230]Subtract us and rob us of our confidence
[00:40.873]But obstacles and booby traps are hateration nonsense
[00:43.011][Hook]
[00:43.568]Now on the other end of this microphone
[00:46.310](Is the problems of a man whose mind is ****ed up!)
[00:48.953]And on the other side of the speaker spark
[00:51.653](Is a nation that don't give a **** You think we don't care)
[00:54.535]Now on the other end of the raps we spit
[00:56.952](You can see that we don't give a shit, I think you don't care)
[00:59.965]And on the other side of the music we play
[01:02.614](I question if you still relate, can you, can you relate?)
[01:04.799][Monoxide]
[01:05.358]Now I been poked, prodded and spit on
[01:06.751]Laughed at and hit on
[01:08.101]You never had a clue that you were ****ing with a time bomb
[01:10.852]Now people see me on the streets and wanna talk
[01:13.118]But when I lived right down the block though it was never worth the walk
[01:15.858]And I ain't gotta talk, all I had to do was sit and listen
[01:18.462]Home in the dark while you hope that I diminish
[01:21.708]And when I finish the judge will give me twenty years flat
[01:24.354]Cause I went up in the studio and murdered the track
[01:27.044]You got me pissed off and angry
[01:28.620]You thought this would change me?
[01:29.966]You gotta come better than that, I ain't afraid, see
[01:32.693]Your pit bulls are dead and we're the only dogs left instead
[01:35.442]To rightfully guide the misled
[01:37.764]It's been ten long years and all my blood, sweat, and tears
[01:40.836]Is the reason that I'm standing right here
[01:43.248]Willing to die for mine
[01:44.507]Blinded by the shadows of crooks
[01:46.549]Another day another page in the book
[01:48.451][Monoxide & Madrox: repeat 4X]
[01:49.006]Are you ready?
[01:51.284]See us for who we are we ain't hiding no more, we right here
[01:54.160]Are you ready?
[01:56.811]Do you relate to the paint
[01:57.885]Or what we're saying in the music that you claim to hear?

作曲 : Jamie Spaniolo/Paul Metheric
Put me on public display and showcase
So there's an equal opportunity for everyone to hate me
I know you think it's a lie and it's a scam
**** the music, **** the time, and **** who I am from where I stand
We digest shit like flies on trashcans
Overseers of the east with five-pointed pentagrams
Time to open your mind up
Possessed by the rhyme is
Eventually how they wind up
Damaged, innocence isn't a friend
So it's hard to overlook and pretend where it all started
Half hearted and semi skilled still today
Un****withable and unreal
Unbearable and unheard, unmentioned and disrespected
On more levels and just words
Subtract us and rob us of our confidence
But obstacles and booby traps are hateration nonsense
Now on the other end of this microphone
(Is the problems of a man whose mind is ****ed up!)
And on the other side of the speaker spark
(Is a nation that don't give a **** You think we don't care)
Now on the other end of the raps we spit
(You can see that we don't give a shit, I think you don't care)
And on the other side of the music we play
(I question if you still relate, can you, can you relate?)
Now I been poked, prodded and spit on
Laughed at and hit on
You never had a clue that you were ****ing with a time bomb
Now people see me on the streets and wanna talk
But when I lived right down the block though it was never worth the walk
And I ain't gotta talk, all I had to do was sit and listen
Home in the dark while you hope that I diminish
And when I finish the judge will give me twenty years flat
Cause I went up in the studio and murdered the track
You got me pissed off and angry
You thought this would change me?
You gotta come better than that, I ain't afraid, see
Your pit bulls are dead and we're the only dogs left instead
To rightfully guide the misled
It's been ten long years and all my blood, sweat, and tears
Is the reason that I'm standing right here
Willing to die for mine
Blinded by the shadows of crooks
Another day another page in the book
Are you ready?
See us for who we are we ain't hiding no more, we right here
Are you ready?
Do you relate to the paint
Or what we're saying in the music that you claim to hear?