to be So who are you to say? This isn?t like yesterday (Like yesterday) Test my non-existent heart My chest was empty from the start I?m breaking apart Let me take control Control
King Pleasure is on a mission To take the power from the local politicians He's come to party and he shows it He rules the world, well, man, everybody
cannot see his face He spits on me and does not care He puts me in my place His dictatorship is vile His kingdom built on pain Pure evil poured on everyone
flat on yo' back The sons of Africa just invented this shit called rap Tellin' my secrets that's why I'm puttin' their heads on flat Built an empire
has built a catacomb, he is living in a tomb, below the ground, where there's no sound, he is hiding, from the world. Something resembling an altar was built
on us through the radio antennas And them hidden cameras in the streetlight watching society With no respect for the people's right to privacy I'll take
I'm built with stilts for you midgets While you fidget, you could get kill't for your digits I'll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo I swore an oath
dat wanna b a sensation we been waitin but da devil wont allow it so wit GOD u kan ova powah it lyke a towah whin itz built on a powah trip powah linez
a prayer baby, I knock on wood That every night I wake up restless from the heat You got to believe I never had such a physical dream baby It's built on
flat on yo' back The sons of Africa just invented this shit called rap Tellin' my secrets that's why I'm puttin' their heads on flat Built an empire quick
control your spirit-form, Xerxes... for by mastering the art of traversing the mists you may effortlessly travel to many places, and many times. Countless secrets
my trainin' is real Look at the sword I wield, you will taste my steel Lyrical Fitness is no secret of course But the secret to creativity, hidin' your
built with stilts for you midgets While you fidget, you could get kill't for your digits I'll creep on the low, keep it a secret yo I swore an oath to
talons into his golden armour. And yet it was not the life of the Royal Scion of Hyperborea which the fiend sought to take on that fateful eve, but rather
you opened up my arms And one by one your kisses Broke down my defenses I think you know A secret code, some magic touch That sets my soul on fire because
