Beast [Крис Америкос aka The Rhapsodist] {prod. Old Home Music} (Екатеринбург, Россия - 2012)
Look into my eyes, you'll see a beast Still hoping that you might see me at least In this time of war, what we need is peace No piece, then you're likely to be deceased
Lord forgive me for my sins, if I see a priest I can't confess Cause I gotta keep my code of secrecy That means I dont speak, not even to those who sleep with me Not even to my lawyer, though he does try vehemently I'm the guy they pointed at when they asked who was responsible The theory was implausible, but anyways, was possible Yeah it's true I'm ill down to each and every molecule But problems such as these, often aren't legally soluble Council may advise me to refrain from using language which Governmental agencies may use to entangle Chris But this ain't the first time, so I think I've got the hang of it I know I've got two options, two ways to get away with it The first option is pay, I mean who doesn't wanna bribe It's like this day and age the only thing to talk about is price The second way is fight, for me you see this way is right So when you see me in the box, remember why I gave my life
Look into my eyes, you'll see a beast Still hoping that you might see me at least In this time of war, what we need is peace No piece, then you're likely to be deceased Look into my eyes, you'll see a beast Still hoping that you might see me at least In this time of war, what we need is peace No piece, then you're likely to be deceased
Never been sentimental, I never had a mental grip I only saved a little bit, and each and every cent I spent They gave me a pencil, my only piece of paper ripped I took it as a symbol and I taught myself the way to spit Cell number seven, for a couple weeks I laid my head Did my push-ups, wrote my rhymes, sometimes even made my bed People all around me, tell me join us or else you'll be dead Speaking sign language, but they still heard every word I said To fill my position, you cant submit an application Lacerations like a resume without no fabrication Take each track I write, use your own imagination If you cant relate, all I ask you for is admiration Salutations when I walk the street, but I see how you hating Now you wait, evaluating, trying to make some accusations Maturation's what you lack, the result is aggravation Aspirations move me forward, while you practice masterbation
Look into my eyes, you'll see a beast Still hoping that you might see me at least In this time of war, what we need is peace No piece, then you're likely to be deceased Look into my eyes, you'll see a beast Still hoping that you might see me at least In this time of war, what we need is peace No piece, then you're likely to be deceased