Paper Tigers

These morbid hurdles of faith in a world of deadly plots

Tomorrow's yesterday's drown in a single pinch of salt

Grounds of a drowning rap beyond doubts with an air of rancid faults

These kids are cancer, my visor is autopilot

Advising these worldly sailors to steer from the path of pirates

I'm flying this skull and bones in a war that has never ended

I'm more than a battle rapper, my ego has transcended

The birth of a revolution returning to your revolvers

With fingers around the triggers of life and my whole involvement

We watch a simple life, complicate the shit and die

Compensate the bitch you like and conversate with bitter lies

Just another what's his face, sitting round the crib at night

Getting high, twisted in the mystery within the mind

I pick the splinters out with imagery and intertwine

Sipping white lightning thinking isn't this a wicked time

Piss and cry wishing I could distance it and simplify the shit inside

Instead I'm living with it, kid, goodbye

Flickering holograms, a hollow heart, hollow man

Sat doing fuck all then laughing like it's gone to plan

Contraband gets abused whenever we get in moods

And tell 'em every tale about it whenever we step in booths

I'm sat unamused, I'm sorry, who the fuck are you?

Telling me your life story man that shit is nothing new

I'm taking off flying, look mate, I'm not lying

I would love to listen but I've got paint to watch drying

You see the hot iron brand them, it's remarkable

We herd them up because I heard enough of what they churning up

Just another so-and-so, punting cigarettes

And feeling bitterness forever talking 'bout us indirect

Living in a twisted mess and sipping death from a cup

What a cunt, wanna up? Nah, that is incorrect

Drama queen, self-obsessed, went mad and felt possessed

To leap into the fire, now we dining on the melted flesh

We watch a simple life, complicate the shit and die

Compensate the bitch you like and conversate with bitter lies

Just another what's his face, sitting round the crib at night

Getting high, twisted in the mystery within the mind

I pick the splinters out with imagery and intertwine

Sipping white lightning thinking isn't this a wicked time

Piss and cry wishing I could distance it and simplify the shit inside

Instead I'm living with it, kid, goodbye