FistfulofSteel

Huh!

Check it uggh

Silence

Something about silence makes me sick

Cause silence can be violent

Sorta like a slit wrist

If the vibe was suicide

Then you would push da button

But if ya 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

Its transmissions bring submission

As ya mold to the unreal

And mad boy grips the microphone

Wit a fistful of steel

Yeah and mad mad boy grips the microphone

Wit a fistful of steel

Wit a fistful of steel

（cause I know the power of the question）

Wit a fistful of steel

Wit a fistful of steel

（and I won't stop cause I know the power of the question）

Its time to flow like the fluid in ya veins

If ya will it I will spill it

And ya out just as quick as ya came

Not a silent one

But a defiant one

Never a normal one

Cause I'm 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 playin this game called survival

The status the elite the enemy the rival

The silent sheep slippin riffin trippin

Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin

Steppin into the jam and I'm slammin like shaquille

Mad boy grips the microphone

Wit a fistful of steel

Yeah and mad boy grips the microphone

Wit a fistful of steel

Wit a fistful of steel

（cause I know the power of the question）

Wit a fistful of steel

Wit a fistful of steel

（and I won't stop cause I know the power of the question）

Ahh s**t

And I won't stop cause I know the power of the question

And if the vibe was suicide

Then you would push da button

But if ya bowin down

Then let me do the cuttin'

Yeah

Come on

A 44 full of bullets

Face full of pale