Intro (No Power) Songtext
von Isosine

We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams.
I'm not loving you,
Way I wanted to.
What I had to do,
Had to run from you.
I'm in love with you,
But the vibe is wrong.
And that haunted me,
All the way home.
So you never know,
Never never know.
Never know enough,
'Til it's over love.
'Til we lose control,
SYSTEM OVERLOAD
Screaming, "No, no, no, n-nooo!"
I'm not loving you,
Way I wanted to.
See I wanna move,


But can't escape from you.
So I keep it low,
Keep a secret code,
So everybody else don't have to know.
So keep your love lock-down.
Your love lockdown.
Keeping your love lock-down,
Your love lockdown.
Now keep your love lock-down,
Your love lockdown.
Now keep your love lock-down,
You lose.
I'm not loving you,
Way I wanted to.
I can't keep my cool,
So I keep it true.
I got something to lose,
So I gotta move.
I can't keep myself,
And still keep you too.
So I keep in mind,
When I'm on my own.
Somewhere far from home,
In the danger zone.
How many times did I tell you 'fore it finally got through?
You lose.
This is way too much, I need a moment
Is it ever gonna be enough?
Is it ever gonna be enough? (Enough?)
Is it ever gonna be enough?
Is it ever gonna be enough? (Enough?)
Is it ever gonna be enough?
The brown hero, live from Ground Zero.
Machine gun flow, made of ghetto Ross Perot.
And this is disestablishmentarianism.
With my night goggles on,
Yeah, military vision.
And it's still a very Christian way to think about livin',
When you prayin' for freedom
'Cause your mind been in prison.
'Cause they tryin' to control every single big decision.
You ain't effin' the system,
Then why the eff is you livin'?
Look, dawg, you can cop whatever suits you on.
Three-piece, cuff links and the accoutrements.
They been feedin' us ish without the nutrients.
So I'm back with another hit to let the truth be known.
And your boy still fresh with the Gucci on.
Them Italians sure know how to make what the moulies want.
And they really can't take what dude be on.
But I be on the same thing 'til you prove me wrong.
That sht cray
Is it ever gonna be enough?
Is it ever gonna be enough? (Enough?)
Is it ever gonna be enough?
Is it ever gonna be enough? (Enough?)
Is it ever gonna be enough?
I'm alive again, more alive than I have been in my whole entire life.
I can, see these people's ears perk up as I begin to spaz with the pen.
I'm a little bit sicker than, most.
Shit's finna get thick again.
They say the competition is stiff,
But I get a hard dck from this shit, now stick it in.
I ain't never givin' in again.
Caution to the wind, complete freedom.
Look at these rappers, how I treat 'em.
So why the fck would I join them when I beat 'em. (Yeah)
They call me a freak cause I like to spit on these pssies 'fore I eat 'em.
Man get these whack ccksuckers off stage
Where the fck is Kanye when you need him?
Snatch the mic from 'em, btch I'ma let you finish in a minute.
Yeah that rap was tight,
But I'm 'bout spit the greatest verse of all time.
So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and um,
Scribble out them rhymes you were going to spit,
And start over from scratch and write new ones.
But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference,
When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight,
It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump.
From the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow.
Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd,
You can see the sparks from hot metal.
Cold-hearted from the day I Bogarted the game,
My soul started to rot, fellow.
When I'm not even in my harshest,
You can still get roasted cause Marsh is not mellow,
'Til I'm topplin' from the top I'm not going to stop.
I'm standin' on my Monopoly board,
That means I'm on top of my game,
And it don't stop 'til my hip don't hop anymore.
When you're so good that you can't say it,
Cause it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore.
People just get sick cause you spit.
These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore.
And you can never break my stride.
You'll never slow the momentum at any moment, I'm 'bout to blow.
You'll never take my pride, killin' the flow, slow venom.
And the opponent is gettin' no mercy, mark my words.
Ain't lettin' up, relentless, I smell blood.
I don't give a fck; keep givin' 'em hell.
Where was you when I fell and needed help up?
You get no love
Is it ever gonna be enough?
Is it ever gonna be enough? (Enough?)
Is it ever gonna be enough?
Is it ever gonna be enough? (Enough?)
Is it ever gonna be enough?
Enough?
Enough?