Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No More, artist - Prozak. Album song Nocturnal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.12.2012
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
No More |
| I tried to hold my own, safe face, maintain |
| The only light in my tunnel is this freight train |
| Moving at the speed of karma, it’s insane |
| One minute you’re on top, next you’re in flames |
| Burn like embers on this solitude |
| What happened to the yes men that surrounded you? |
| What happened to loyalty, respect and gratitude? |
| Vultures, when they thought you had something they surrounded you |
| Horde of vampires, drain you of your own well beings |
| Stepping on necks on the quest to become king |
| Cutthroats, turncoats, manifest like dope fiends |
| Insult to injury, choke with their own hall strings |
| Enemies of the worst kind, souls black like shoeshine |
| Nature of the hater — perpetrator, they consume time |
| 666 metaphorically their true sign |
| Trust me, you will see them and receive them all in due time |
| Enemies |
| I can’t take this — no more |
| This is my life — not yours |
| So what the fuck are you hatin for? |
| I must be something you can’t ignore |
| I keep on pursuing the suited and as if |
| The real person in Prozak are congruent as in there’s 2 of them |
| Connected at the souls, symbolic the black hole |
| The secretly seeking dominance, ominous control |
| Nowhere to turn next, thoughts are out of context |
| Life is out of focus and I’m hopin to survive this |
| Depression, lost my way, no direction |
| Well under midst of career resurrection |
| Shed a tear for my form of reflection |
| You fell victim in the battlefield of deception |
| Well on the quest to keep it real, he been steppin |
| Through the landmines of his own mind’s invention |
| Wolves in sheep’s clothing, deceitful screen smoking |
| Evil is omnipotent, it’s all-seeing, all-knowing |
| Keep your eyes open for bad signs and omens |
| Or get fed to the lions like ancient times of Romans |
| For real though |
| I can’t take this — no more |
| This is my life — not yours |
| So what the fuck are you hatin for? |
| I must be something you can’t ignore |
| Like a jack of all trades and the king but no subjects |
| Renegade to the game, I’m looking 'round like what’s next |
| Been through it all, man from stolen ideas |
| To shady record labels tryna put bullets through my career |
| And even some of my peers, who weren’t as they appeared |
| Back stabbing faggot rappers who hold themselves dear |
| But it stops here |
| I’m on top, I’m back again, it’s a new year |
| For the focus and dedication, I’m your worst fear |
| To see me shining and grinding |
| Through the core of the storm and it’s on, I keep lightning |
| I’m a keep writing, keep performing and keep fighting |
| Keep spiting, you industry whores, while crowd hyping |
| I can’t take this — no more |
| This is my life — not yours |
| So what the fuck are you hatin for? |
| I must be something you can’t ignore |