Fear Itself

[Verse 1: Iron Solomon] I'm just a regular guy, with a piece of the devil inside Trouble over treble I am Jekyll and Hyde Foot to the pedal with incredible drive If you blocking my lane you will never survive My step is in stride to start wrecking your pride Riding the rush the instrumental provides At the end of the line I'll stare dead in your eyes And sense fear; you ain't ready to die See I'm an average person, but if you peer past the curtain In my pupils, then you'll see a savage lurking Determined to capture the rats and vermin It's the rapture, snakes in the grass are squirming Mistakes from the past returning Embodied in the words of a pastor's sermon At the funeral pyre while your casket's burning I don't think this anger management class is working You bastards learning? Trying to mask the aggression Is a thing of the past, you better ask for repentance The bastard who had been handed a sentence Just broke out the box and is back with a vengeance I testified that my best had tried to keep it in But my thoughts are unholy and my speech is sick It's time my hunger's unleashed again Supper motherfuckers, let the feast begin [Hook: Illmaculate] There's nothing to fear but fear itself But I stare in the mirror and I fear myself Cuz I know what lies beneath, but I hide behind the beat Trying to disguise the beast X2 [Verse 2: Illmaculate] I'm a normal man, with morbid torture plans And forceful hands that could turn a corpse to sand I was born to conquer foreign lands From Portland to the shores of France, this is for the fans I be on tour to support me and Want my project in stores to try give me a sporting chance Of making a living... every statement is wisdom Laced to a rhythm, please save your hateful opinions "I'm not into making friends" I'm into raping this business And taking it's riches, so I'm swinging straight for the fences "No holding back" the majors are senseless, they take what we give 'em "We make off sales what they make off the interest" When I came in the entrance, I started making a shit list Cause the constant rape of artists is what made me this vicious "I'm grateful, I'm gifted" when my brain has a vision I relay it to the page, and fit it in the space of a sentence "Engage your defenses" I chucked grenades from the trenches The industry shunned me, now I'm just taking my vengeance "You think Satan is twisted?" if you a page on my shit list I'll make you beg for repentance, like rapists in prison I mean, it's enough that I'm unknown and unsigned And all I have is one soul and one mind But all I need is one flow and one rhyme And one pen, cause with one stroke I unwind Sometimes murder's something I'd be happy to do So when I murder the mic, I imagine it's you And don't have it confused, that's actually true It's not to get a reaction from you "These rappers are fools" I focus on the tracks that I do Not fashion and what matches with my hat and my shoes Put the match to the fuse, I'm just itching to blow man So get with the program, if you dissing me know that... [Hook]