Fading...

[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox] Tell me something good like Rufus of Chaka Khan Although haters want us to fail, we keep on keepin' it on Holy water and hell and not a second before dawn Ya just need amp up the pace because the spotlights on Hey Man, they say I often preach Spit it like a wicked evangelist So only the chosen will understand this Too complex for one dementional minds I'm a monster in make-up who wake up and get high Cause in my all life I'm blessed with sorrow and pain Got the occasional happy day to keep from being mundane I'm insane like my armada and the killers I roll with Pandora's box was never ment to be open Close caption, my want is take action And hit em when there asleep or just relaxing Never see it coming, Prozak started up the death machine And I'm riding in the front seat with someone's blood covering me [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] Here, is darkness where I am I don't know where I am I'm slowly fading... And it's here, this darkness is where I stay If I can't find my way It's where I'm staying... [Verse 2: Prozak] Sometimes I feel so down and depressed Sometimes I feel that the weight Of the whole world sits on my chest Sometimes at night I try to sleep but then I can't catch my breath Sometimes I try to cope with stress Feeling that there's nothing left, put to rest Man, I started path of wicked about a decade ago I was destend to bring darkness to records and microphones You can hate this if you want but I'm still going call this home Fuck the mainstream radio, play the wicked we walk alone Never intended for the weak minds to understand or except this Don’t end up another statistics, devils reject it Test it and what going to find is this shits true That this audience we supply will devistate you Going to desecrate you, never did trust you' That's okay that you don't like us, because we fucking hate you So ironic in view of sycotic, morphed, and balistic When ya'll should be on Prozak Because mainstream minds are twisted [Hook] [Verse 3: Monoxide] I'm a maniac by trade Raised by public enemy number one By tearing domes out the game And I'd be careful because every word that you say Is another way for people to imulate you everyday And then hate it in everyway And when you face with it, it's on some hater shit Catered to that mainstream bitch And get some play with it, I'm straight with it I'm wickedest when I'm sittin here with this pen And it's given me the grin, even like the purest of sin And if I let it loose to a bottle of grey goose By the time the cops come I'll be firing on them too If you can hear the thunder now, I'm underground You wonder how I've never been found Even with the wickedest sound I hover around My fingers up in your face And all you weak ass sell outs Ain't nothing more than motherfucken disgraces And I'm hiding from all the fakes Who dominantly want to take from my mind Of something so twiztid but I turn them away [Hook]