Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fear Itself, artist - Apathy. Album song Honkey Kong, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
Fear Itself |
Merlin: What are you afraid of? |
Arthur: I don’t know |
Merlin: Shall I tell you what’s out there? |
Arthur: Yes, please |
Merlin: A beast of such power that if you were to see it whole and all complete |
in a single glance, it would burn you to cinders |
Arthur: Where is it? |
Merlin: It is everywhere! |
It is everything! |
Its roar is heard in the wind! |
And its forked tongue strikes like… bright |
Kings fitted on, like I’m D-O-C |
Deadly on the mic, demi G-O-D |
Born in a forest, raised by the wolves |
Walk amongst sheep rocking their wool |
Speaking in tongues, well allow me to translate |
A secret society, just look at our handshakes |
Hoodies on our head, dressed in all black |
Symbols on our rings and a pocket full of crack |
Cameras on a street corner like a camcorder |
Dip quicker than a Star Trek transporter |
This is life on the bottom of the barrel of the belly of the beast |
On the brutalist of blocks in the borough |
In the East where I’m from Connecticut’s a wasteland |
Chased by the devil, keep the metal in your waistband |
And we powerful as Kennedys |
March in a single-file line like centipedes |
In Cape Cod to escape the commotion |
Late night yacht trips, bodies in the ocean |
A 40 ounce full of potion |
We move by full moon light in slow motion |
The only thing we have to fear is fear itself |
So run for the hills, scream for help |
Ain’t nothing to fear but fear itself |
So run for the hills, scream for help |
Ain’t nothing to fear but fear itself |
So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself) |
So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself) |
So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself) |
So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself) |
We on that cracker-ass shit, hoods and bank robbers |
Switching up kicks quicker than Mr. Rogers |
Sweater on my back dressed like a senator |
I’m Chris Hansen about to catch a predator |
Newport mansion peeking through your window |
Job at a country club just for the info |
Deep in the woods in a circle like a pagan |
A young caucasian studying Ronald Reagan |
So we speak Latin fluently |
Drink OE cause I love it what it do to me |
Fuck around, get a beat down brutally |
I’m like Judas, I’ll stab you for jewellery |
OG, ain’t a damn thing new to me |
Pharaoh with a harem of hoes who love nudity |
Rhymes designed in barbarian time |
Check my crops, it’s all alien signs |
Belt buckle with the Masonic math |
Black Starter Raider jacket, an addict to witchcraft |
I’m the Uzi carrier, groupie burying |
Pass passwords to a secret librarian (shh) |
Access to the Vatican scriptures |
We posing for pictures with fingers on triggers |
And candle in cyphers, we tunnel under Rikers |
To break out my brothers and them Outlaw bikers |
We the righteous |
Scream for help, ain’t nothing to fear but fear itself |
So run for the hills, scream for help |
Ain’t nothing to fear but fear itself |
So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself) |
So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself) |
So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself) |
So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself) |