[1] From the graves with the old headstones Where in coffin lie quietly a few dead bones Crack of thunder, dark clouds, smiling scarecrow Out of the ground appeared a hand of skeleton Generally everything here is dead and silent, but When I start rapping all the evil is awakening Mist and twisted trees makes even sky feel frightened I'm the only man who rules here, call me main king Ruthless intentions show my psycho syndrome This grim place is inside me, welcome to my kingdom Moonlight covers cemetry and deadly dales (shh) Now, let's give up my shady tales (yeah) Well, I am back to real life, greet me with the high five I am going to tell you what things I've been survived One thing concerns me and makes me stress, keeps me from rest Around the mess but this thing is main that I want to confess
[Chorus] [Hey], I will never meet L.A., I will never meet L.A. , not now and not next day, just admit it I will never meet it It is not, it's not my fate, it is not, just not my way, I can't meet LA, just admit it I will never meet it, say!
[2] My rap style often is seems like controversial shit At least it's rather different from some commercial shit If you have something inside that is close to you Think twice before tell somebody what you've been through Maybe that man won't appreciate your secret and won't care Even when you are treated like dirt, keep go upstairs Light at the top shines out of small hole Remember, from roses and tulips are made our world When everyone are against you and doesn't value Get rid of vices and evil thoughts, it'll save from failure I never overestimate my power, sometimes it pulls me down But I can see the difference betwen the clouds and ground At times my behavior frustrates me. I fight with myself but don't demonstrate how complicate to concentrate and do something with no hesitate My kingdom inside me now is burning in fire so bad Grim reaper hidden in a hood is going to tell you that...