Holding a brick in a carrier bag,
Driving round town in an unmarked van,
Smash and grab, just stick to the plan,
Play by the rules, what a business man.

Sanctioned hits,
Not stealing,
Bad memory,
Keep em dreaming,
You don't get this,
you're not believing,
Bad memory,
Keep em bleeding.

So twist an arm,
And break a fall,
Born to rule,
Born to rule,
You'll waste your time,
If you try to clumb this ladder up out,
Born to rule,
Born to rule,
Born to rule.

Touching down in a private jet,
Self sabotage, messiah complex,
Smash and grab, won't break a sweat,
You play by the rules, this is what you get.

Sanctioned hits,
Not stealing,
Bad memory,
Keep em dreaming,
You don't get this,
you're not believing,
Bad memory,
Keep em bleeding.

So twist an arm,
And break a fall,
Born to rule,
Born to rule,
You'll waste your time,
If you try to clumb this ladder up out,
Born to rule,
Born to rule,
Born to rule.

Sanctioned hits,
Not stealing,
Bad memory,
Keep em dreaming,
You don't get this,
you're not believing,
Bad memory,
Keep em bleeding.

Born to rule,
Born to rule,
Born to rule,
Born to rule,
Born to rule,
Born to rule,
Born to rule,
Born to rule.

Live, laugh die,
You block out more than you realise,
Cutting ties,
Some day You'll have to compromise.

Lucid state,
Clarity now compensates,
Familiar mistake,
Gets worse as you carry the weight.

Lottery hangover,
You played,
You lost,
Now you can say it sober,
At no cost.

Broken smile,
The rush has been gone a while now,
Blood on the tiles,
Escalates, gets so hostile.

What a state,
No clarity to compensate,
Comfortable mistake,
Gets worse as you carry the weight.

Lottery hangover,
You played,
You lost,
No you can say it sober,
At no cost.

Live, laugh die,
You block out more than you realise,
Live, laugh die,
Some day You'll have to compromise.

Lottery hangover,
You played,
You lost,
No you can say it sober,
At no cost.

Your humanity has become a museum piece,
Brutality resurfaces when It's warranted the least,
Turns out It's predetermined no evolutionary leap,
You suffer but you're earning that proverbial kick in the teeth.

There ain't a lot to me,
There ain't a lot to me,
What I need to be,
No curiosity.

I'm ok, no future,
plug me in computer,
Have your say,
No offence,
Enjoy your day, anonymous user.

You view yourself through the lens of all your hopes and dreams,
So far from reality it drowns out the screams,
From the eminent creeping approach of the thinking machine,
Doesn't matter what you feel or say or what you choose to believe.

There ain't a lot to me,
There ain't a lot to me,
What I need to be,
No curiosity.

I'm ok, no future,
plug me in computer,
Have your say,
No offence,
Enjoy your day, anonymous user.

Who are you,
Who are you.

Anonymous user,
There ain't a lot to me,
Anonymous user,
There ain't a lot to me,
Anonymous,
Anonymous,
User.

Verse:
Stay away from the vampires, they evil
Avoid toxic people, they’ll try to drain you,
Do anything just to eat you,
I keep the cross on me, with the garlic
To them, that’s like arsenic
They afraid of the light, only brave at night
That’s the only time they walk out,
But without, fangs they can’t bite
I de-teeth em, they get knocked out
And when I say I “raise the stakes” it’s got a few different meanings
Yall ain’t got no faith, yall cheaters
Me I stay true to my principles, like being married to the boss of a teacher
Yall some blood-sucking leeches, I make em stop short like Jeter,
They try to terrify the preacher, but where yall headed, hotter than a Carolina reaper (yeah!)


Break:
Yall some vampires, yall some vampires
I am not surprised, and this the sunrise (yeah, aye!)



(…)


Verse:
And I care about my people, and I wanna keep it peaceful
This armor, you can’t breakthrough
Never put yourself in a position, for them to play you
Clean cut, pure intentions, but my room’s a sty
Sitting under - the moonlit sky,
I’m an opportunist, never let the music die (uh!)
Necromancer, to the sheets, I fantasize
Neck blow with the hammer, If I see the fangs arrive
Or hands on my trophy, trying to take my prize
I analyze, plans to dethrone me
Pupils slit if they phony
Pupils drip, on this journey
Hit with the gurney, chip on my shoulder, stains on my jersey
So when I see the fangs, I don’t worry