Land of The Beast

Rem: “Do you know this man?” Jai: “Should I?” Rem: “Well get to. This fine gentleman is King Marcell. He’ll keep you alive through the storm you’re about to endure, whether you want him to or not.” [Verse: Marcell] Land of the B-E-A-S-T, Beauty ain't got shit on us It's the B-E-ST artist up on the chorus And I B-E-A-S-T every artist and songs So, I told Jaivaughntae that Marcell might not belong I'm a werewolf, a giant that's abominable and a lion I kill tracks on tracks, bitch, and I ain't even trying And that's no effort, that's no effort, Bitch, I ain't even lying And that's no pressure, that's no pressure, so, how the fuck are they diamonds? Oh, shit, I'ma snap these niggas, I'll wrap these niggas, then slap theses niggas Shoot on theses niggas like do-do-do-do and blap-blap-blap-blap these niggas I'll wrap these niggas, grenades and all, cause it's no serenade involved I'ma give these niggas that sour face, but there's no lemonade involved I'm the best in this bitch, no contest in this bitch, like we ain't got no refs in this bitch I'm lethal, you give me a weapon, I just might go psycho on tracks, V Tech in this bitch A monster that's chasing the green, I came from the slums, I'm feeling like Shrek in this bitch Don't give a fuck what niggas say, just give me my check in this bitch, I'ma rest in this bitch [Hook: Marcell] Land of the B-E-A-S-T, Beauty ain't got shit on us This the B-E-ST artist up on the chorus And I B-E-A-S-T every artist and songs So, I told these rap niggas in this game you don't belong Land of the Beast Land of the Beast Land of the Beast Land of the B-E-A-S-T, Beauty ain't got shit on Land of the Beast [Verse Two: No Idols] I'm getting sick to my stomach It happened all of a sudden Was it the lyrics I vomit out On a daily Basis, these rappers are slavish Towards a system of databases Whose thoughts are as knavish As I expect Stasis, our minds are not stimulated We're being miseducated, and You are manipulated I bet That all you bitches who made it Aren't even half as creative As what I piss in the snow I fucking hate it I swear, I'm getting sick and tired of rappers I'm bout to get the plastic wrap to sell these fucking crackers They bass ackwards, bend 'em backwards like chiropractors I'll coat a scabbard in hard lacquer, then beat 'em after Don't fucking test me, I'm at the tip of the rope I'm hoping all of you croak To these rhythms that I wrote You get the message? I don't need a man to preach I'm in the house of a fiend In the land of the beast [Hook: Marcell] Land of the B-E-A-S-T, Beauty ain't got shit on us This the B-E-ST artist up on the chorus And I B-E-A-S-T every artist and songs So, I told these rap niggas in this game you don't belong Land of the Beast Land of the Beast Land of the Beast Land of the B-E-A-S-T, Beauty ain't got shit on Land of the Beast Liora: “You don’t have to be this way. Violent, I mean. Rem and Delano are barbaric and simple minded men, you need a woman’s perspective to bring your learning experience full circle. They took you down the, for lack of better expression, wrong path; but truly there is no wrong path. I am here to show you another option if you would care to try.” Jai: “Another option? What other option is there?” Liora: “My dear, have you ever heard of something called the pursuit of happiness?”