Текст песни Land of the Forgotten - Ka-Flame

All of them, Demonic Demons, in ya Din, Discussing Dividends
Want you Down and out, full of Doubts, nigga Did you win?
All about them Digits, in a Digital world
Can't be Divine, if you Divulging, what you Did, with ya girl
Don't know the, Direct Direction, but it's Dire and Different
Divide us up, shipped to places, where you Die, for resisting
The instant, you makin money, for them monetary gains
What's scary, if you complain, they will monitor ya pain
Yo energy being drained, it's a infinite supply
Cooking soul food music, consistently giving fire
Chapter 54' you know, this ain't no book of lies
So many changed on me, they can't look me in my eyes
Backstabbing bitches, on that snake like activity
Tried to give 'em love, but that hate, is all they give to me
Stay out the way, stack ya paper, that's the remedy
Before it's said & done, these muthafucka's, gone remember me
I swear

I'm back up in my chamber, cooking up these banga's
I, still don't give a fuck, holdin' up, my middle fingers high
Know them bitches watching I, know them niggas plotting
They, want me underground, in the Land of the Forgotten
I'm back up in my chamber, I'm cooking up these banga's
I, still don't give a fuck, holdin' up, my middle fingers high
Know them bitches watching I, know them niggas plotting
They, want me underground, in the Land of the Forgotten

The fruit is so forbidden, I know it's spoiled rotten
They make it appetizing, decorated full of toppings
But trust me, nothing's sweet, niggas bussin' in these streets
Homicide, suicide, in a rush to go to sleep
I'm speaking afterlife, completely sacrificed
Cost is too expensive nowadays, for even half the price
Know some people acting like, I owe 'em, but I really don't
The only real artist, down to show you, what they fucking won't
But still I'm crucified, ain't nobody, in my corner
In full control of my soul, meaning, I'm the owner
Way stronger, than I used to be, mentally
If it doesn't happen, then I guess, it wasn't meant for me
Eventually, I gotta give this shit a rest
Till then, I'm in the booth, I'm just, giving yall my best
Something more, nothing less, I guess, I must confess
I've been dealing with the stress, I had to, get it off my chest,
That's why I'm

I'm back up in my chamber, cooking up these banga's
I, still don't give a fuck, holdin' up, my middle fingers high
Know them bitches watching I, know them niggas plotting
They, want me underground, in the Land of the Forgotten
I'm back up in my chamber, I'm cooking up these banga's
I, still don't give a fuck, holdin' up, my middle fingers high
Know them bitches watching I, know them niggas plotting
They, want me underground, in the Land of the Forgotten