Lyrics A Bout - Phill feat. George Bronson, Winky Black & Patricia Bronson

Its a marvelous picture being stenciled all over the world
I don't care who you are theres a Hyde and Dr Jekyll in us
And tension at the heart of the universe, illusions pulling on you
Final analysis tip of the blade
Must be honest to recognize it

Recognize
Fuck is you working for
Analyze
Your' shit, masters... no
Petrified
Free at your own damn cost
Open yo mouth
Scream them demons out

Stabbed in the back, and under attack, always the martyr
Cant relax, estate tax, my own postmortem
The reapers creeping hiding and sneaking, I almost caught him
But hes intriguing, very misleading sparring partner
One to the body, bad health, food was my karma
Blow made me foggy, didnt help, weakened my armor
Cheap shots on me, below the belt, with dolly parton's
Defense is slick, fighting myself, heartbeat is stopping

I aint falling, im problem solving, balance and dodging
Keeping it moving, stay off the ropes, and dance with caution
Gotta brawl for the long haul, cant be boxing
Bell never rings in this showcase, its all or nothing
Constant tension, no ascension in this dimension
False perfection, stenciled all on your perception
May be no meaning, to all the beatings, and crap dealing
But im believing that through it all we will start seeing
Similarities in the core of our very being
From large to small every molecule is repeating
On and on and on and on

This tension
Just release it
And breathe in
All you wanna do is smile
I know your feelings
Run deep
And somethings
Always heavy on your mind