15 wall of death take me down to the wall of death n (let me ride) (no sunshine) emcees saying nothing like cha-cha all they got me saying is ha while they pump those phony messages i’ll gather the vestiges of anything worth holding onto in this world but you see young lady that’s yr problem right there what’s of this world you know you can’t even care cos all those industries n all those big wigs are waltzing towards emptiness in all their nice digs n you got to keep yr head above remember his undying love n don’t forget that at the end the great big gig that new life awaits as angels do a jig got to form that mound stand up with real sound phony emcees reeling round n round can’t even know their lyrics should be heaven bound living in but not of this world of strife spider demons casting webs in this tangled tango life it’s all got me questioning what the heck is this? n why do I exist? n is he in our midst? n I could try to list what everyone’s missed but as you would guess it’d be over processed n upchucked downplayed swept under the rug as married merry mary cries n her heartstrings tug from pollution n debris of those beaver emcees spitting lines of false gains as they polka through our brains let me ride on the wall of death closest to life on the edge of that height you ain’t alive if yer afraid to die you could waste yr time on those other rides those weak approaches to life that are prosunlite oh no not sight but faith walking the ropes tight gaining level up extra life means if you die tonight did you lose what the world says it is that you need? did you prove yerself as more than just an emcee? did you do what you say n say what you mean? or did you flee to demons in yr pop rap fantasy me? skip the easy path word on the new math world gained=life lost can’t erase or turn back to be exact we kick fresh raps with a fresh mind to see the son’s light we avoid that sunshine