Merlin: What are you afraid of? Arthur: I don’t know Merlin: Shall I tell you what’s out there? Arthur: Yes, please Merlin: A beast of such power that if you were to see it whole and all complete in a single glance, it would burn you to cinders Arthur: Where is it? Merlin: It is everywhere! It is everything! Its roar is heard in the wind! And its forked tongue strikes like… bright
[Verse 1] King spit it all like I’m D-O-C Deadly on the mic, demi G-O-D Born in a forest, raised by the wolves Walk amongst sheep rocking their wool Speaking in tongues, well allow me to translate A secret society, just look at our handshakes Hoodies on our head, dressed in all black Symbols on our rings and a pocket full of crack Cameras on a street corner like a camcorder Dip quicker than a Star Trek transporter This is life on the bottom of the barrel of the belly of the beast On the brutalist of blocks in the borough In the East where I’m from Connecticut’s a wasteland Chased by the devil, keep the metal in your waistband And we powerful as Kennedys March in a single-file line like centipedes In Cape Cod to escape the commotion Late night yacht trips, bodies in the ocean A 40 ounce full of potion We move by full moon light in slow motion
[Interlude]
The only thing we have to fear is fear itself
So run for the hills, scream for help Ain’t nothing to fear but fear itself So run for the hills, scream for help Ain’t nothing to fear but fear itself
So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself) So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself) So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself) So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself)
[Verse 2]
We on that cracker-ass shit, hoods and bank robbers Switching up kicks quicker than Mr. Rogers Sweater on my back dressed like a senator I’m Chris Hansen about to catch a predator Newport mansion peeking through your window Job at a country club just for the info Deep in the woods in a circle like a pagan A young caucasian studying Ronald Reagan So we speak Latin fluently Drink OE cause I love it what it do to me Fuck around, get a beat down brutally I’m like Judas, I’ll stab you for jewellery OG, ain’t a damn thing new to me Pharaoh with a harem of hoes who love nudity Rhymes designed in barbarian time Check my crops, it’s all alien signs Belt buckle with the Masonic math Black Starter Raider jacket, an addict to witchcraft I’m the Uzi carrier, groupie burying Pass passwords to a secret librarian (shh) Access to the Vatican scriptures We posing for pictures with fingers on triggers And candle in cyphers, we tunnel under Rikers To break out my brothers and them Outlaw bikers We the righteous
[Outro]
Scream for help, ain’t nothing to fear but fear itself So run for the hills, scream for help Ain’t nothing to fear but fear itself
So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself) So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself) So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself) So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself)