MORTIFIED Lyrics - Max Anarchy OST
Better watch out if you're mortified
[x4]
[VERSE 1:]
Paranoia all around
If this here is a toy what I'm holding now?
Little girls and boys keep the noises down
While I deploy these
where your voice is found
And that's that, two seconds flat
Guess who, it's me
and my crew checking back
Only the elect can keep up with a rap
That'll leave these idiots
a reason to run track
You don't know my style, running wild
Guerrilla tactic
with the guile of something fowl
Got you wondering now
who's hunted down
When you can't put a finger on
how I'm on the prowl
Your number one priority
Never turn your back
when there's more from me
Gun cocked, ready to be pouring these
Caps, and that's all you'll see
[HOOK:]
Eyes open, there's more than a season
Ears open, there's more than a rhyme
Mouths open, there's more than a reason
So it tastes better than you can find
Mind open there's more than a feeling
Still hoping there's more than a sign
Better know that you won't get killed
When the rest of these fools are mortified
[VERSE 2:]
Two feet forward in the fight of my life
Couldn't kill me if I was blind at night
What you gonna do when my eye is right
Blood thirsty, and my line of sight is you
Taking shots at me, refusing death
Never knowing what's ahead of each breath
Bodies of the dead remind me who slept
For a second, then I reckon that
they forgot checking what's true
You thought killing was cool
From a young age these children once knew
The safe way for living was staying in school
'Til they found out the villain was you
Now it's all about survival of the fittest
When it's my time, the trial and the witness
Ain't gonna be able to say a word,
my face a blur
Cause they lack the right kind of fitness
[HOOK]
[VERSE 3:]
In this world I conceive as a coffin
This is all I know
and I'm thinking that often lost in
Translation, the hell that I'm facing
Couldn't tell that
I'm pacing the floor with caution
And I can feel your curtain closing
Take another drink
and I'm sure that the potion
Won't cut it when your toes don't run in
The direction and flow of forward motion
And your mind just wanna keep moving
Faster than your flow can find
That sentence,
where you're past your penance
And you grasp
what went into the path you rhyme
Grow up, boy, you're still teething
Still learning you can't control
Trying to gain the impossible
that got you fooled
Now your enemy done got your soul
[HOOK]
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