Fistful of Steel
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
Mad boy grips the microphone
Wit'a fistful of steal
Chorus:
Fistful of steel
Fistful of steel
Fistful of steel
Fistful of steel
Yea, it's 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 I'm 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
Status the elite, the enemy, the rival
The silent sheep slippin', riffin',
trippen
Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippen'
Steppin into the jam and I'm
slammin like Shaquille
Mad boy grips the microphone
Wit' a fistful of steel
Chorus:
Fistful of steel
Fistful of steel
Fistful of steel
Fistful of steel
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
If the vibe was suicide
Then you would push da button
But if ya bowin down
Then let me do the cuttin'