Nameless (Prod. by Spence Mills)

I'm the growth of corrupt life, the root of all of evil

I could go looking for gods but I'd find nothing but steeples

I'm the thread in the needle, of a fabricated complaint

Of a person tryna make bank of another humans restraints

And what you think when you see me is that you might wanna be me

But I got nothing but problems cuz this life isn't a freebie

With a little bit of demons and angels, you can see from all of these angles

How the King is at the top but he's still riding on ankles

And they said it's a pipe dream but its more of a pipe bomb

Cuz it blew up in my face the second they turned the lights on.

Hi mom, I'm thinking I'll be gone.

But I'll write all my wrongs by the end of all these songs

But then there are those songs and I've also got them songs

And not a single one is reminiscent of hymn songs

You wanna throw knuckles do it with rings on

Turn God into gold and the devil to the King Kong.

 

The devil wears Prada even tho I am the one that bought

I sent God a postcard but I dont think he ever got it

You were talking shit and I bought

i reaped sewed and then sought it

Then drank the fountain of youth while sitting with alcoholics

Call it mean call it brash call it evil or rude

But call anybody thats challenging me gone too soon

I'm like a Mosque that looms over the thought of ground zero

A monument to the fallen that will never be heroes

They started a fire right up under my feet

I had to run or get burned either way face defeat

Wether its big time or small its goliath and david

But even if fame comes I will always be nameless