Fold Faces Video (MV)

Ayo, hear ye, hear ye every body listen up
Shut your damn mouths unless you finna knuckle up
I'ma take this stand, n I'ma take the front stage
The front page of my epitaph is coverage from my pain
'Cause my name was built from depths of my grave
And my grave is deep enough to engulf flames
Of any f*cking rapper that's trying to question my rage
As I lay, my mind stays in a blind state
Of perpetual motion, motivation to fold the faces
The whole nation is prone to fakeness like golden plated
Chains that're weighted, wavin' they hands, they pray the lord'll save'em
The poor relations between a father and son are tainted
The correlation is morbid, your form of entertainment
Is a baseless embarrassment to the art of carving greatness
I call it heinous, the long awaited is often hated
I'ma be the cause of the riots that brings the fall of traitors

Peering to the sky above, ignoring anything below
Hoping for a better life, but nothing new can ever grow
Without the constant work and the hustle to make a better show
You'll never know, the people around you, they could be friend or foe
I mean, the chance you have to live is quite ridiculous
Your physical body is fragile, the 3rd eye is limitless
The gift that you're given is littered with embellishments
The ego is relevant to achieving betterment
Your excellence is competitive to the pessimist
But pessimism isn't a negative it's a benefit
So riddle me this, definitive efforts are never corrected amidst the irrelevant
Evidence, set into motion, the moment you go for the goal the emotion will hit
Woe in the scripts, the reason the heathen'll frequently seek out a meaning in lies
Meeting of minds, the feeblest people, the keepers of secrets that speaking divine
That's half the nation, and patience is something still created
We'll die together, the winter will come from confrontations