VERSE 1 (Swamburger):
Now, I was born to the world about a hour to ten, infinite with a bottle of trends. Now, I was sworn to be the power of a nautical wind, keeping track of a deadly end. Now here I lay, watching one year take the name of a lifestyle we don't blame, but, it's the end of a age to win. Time to meet the maker of a weak, lame, defense. You live life like shit, you anticipate doom, but, this ain't it. Get a clue. I know your guilt trip needs a fall. I wonder if you bleed at all, wishing us a flat line read, to call this day "D DAY." What happens when your ass is wrong? Can I call you the ass you are? The end ain't coming till I stop living pass the bar, till I stop giving back to y'all.
Oh snap! Revelation. Run. Be scared. Feel my wrath.
Oh snap! Fear my words. Hop on a band baby. Don't disturb.
Fear not you life.
Fear not your home.
Fear not your right
Fear not your wrong.
They saying, "Man, look at the plan, our land is gone wrong, doing it by the book is over, overhead is costly... Paying dues to nature with a failure to predict my lost needs... I need a god and boss, please!" But, I'm like, all the trouble indeed is a sign, celebration is the key to unlocking the feat of unblocking your freedom in line. You can be the leader of your people and die pushing up a believable time. That's why I was born with smile, to kill a mock in my blues. Now here I lay, watching one year take the name of a lifestyle we don't blame, but, it's the end of a age to win. Time to meet the maker of a weak, lame, defense.
from The 4th Wall (part 2),
released January 11, 2014
(A. Brooks/G. Valencia, Jr.)
Guitar Solo & Organ: Sean Kantrowitz
Additional Percussive Sound EFX: Max Drummey
Additional Vocals: DiViNCi & Beef Wellington