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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 wont 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 Im 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 Im grippin
Steppin into the jam and Im 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 wont stop cause I know the power of the question)

Ahh shit

And I wont 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
Eyes full of empty
A stare full of nails
The roulette ball rolls alone on the wheel
A mind full of fire
And a fistful of steel

And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin down
Then let me do the cuttin

Yeah Wit a fistful of steel
Come on
Uggh
Wit a fistful of steel
Uggh