Fistful of Steel
silence
something about silence makes me sick
cuz silence can be violent
sorta like a slit wrist
if the vibe was suicide
then you would push the button
but if your bowin down
then let me do the cuttin
some speak the sounds but speak in silent voices
like radio is silent though it fills the air with noises
transmissions bring submission
as ya mold to tha unreal
and mad boy grips the microphone with a fistful of steel
Chorus:
fistful of steel
fistful of steel
fistful of steel
fistful of steel
its time to flow like the fluid in ya veins
if ya will it i spill it and ya out
just as quik as ya came
not a silent one but a defiant one
never a normal one
cuz im the bastard son
with the visions of the move
vocals not to soothe
but to ignite and put in flight
my sense of militance groovin
playing that game called survival
the status the elite the enemy the rival
silent sheep slippin rippin trippin
give ya a dose of the reality im grippin
steppin into the jam
and im
slammin like shaquille
and mad boy grips the microphone
with a fistful of steel
chorus:
a 44 full of bullets
face full of pale
eyes full empty
stare full of nails
the roulette ball rolls alone on the wheel
mind full of fire
fistful of steel
if the vibe was suicide
then you would push the button
but if your bowin down
then let me do the cuttin