Hell Is Round the Corner

I stand firm for our soil

Lick a rock on foil

So they juice me, seduce me

Dress me up in Stussy

Hell is round the corner where I shelter

Isms and schisms

We're living helter skelter

If you believe or deceive

Common sense says shouldn't receive

Let me take you down the corridors of my life

And when you walk, do you walk to your preference?

No need to answer till I take further evidence

I seem to need a reference to get residence

A reference to your preference to say

I'm a good neighbor, I trudge

So judge me for my labor

Lobotomy ensures my good behavior

The constant struggle ensures my insanity

Passing the ignorance ensures the struggle for my family

We're hungry, beware of our appetite

Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight

The kill which I share with my passengers

We take our fill, take our fill, take our fill

I stand firm for our soil

Lick a rock on foil

So they juice me, seduce me

Dress me up in Stussy

Confused by different memories

Details of Asian remedies

Conversations of what's become of enemies

My brain thinks bomb-like

So I listen, he's a calm type (As I grow)

And as I grow, I grow collective

Before the move, sit on the perspective

Mr. Quaye lay in the crevice

And watches from the precipice

Imperial passage

Heat from the sun some days slowly passes

Until then, you have to live with yourself

Until then, you have to live with yourself

I stand firm for our soil

Lick a rock on foil

So they juice me, seduce me

Dress me up in Stussy

Hell is round the corner where I shelter

Isms and schisms

We're living helter skelter

If you believe and deceive

Then common sense says you won't receive

Let me take you down the corridor

My brain thinks bomb-like

Bomb-like

My brain thinks bomb-like, bomb-like, bomb-like

My brain thinks

Bomb-like

Beware of our appetite