>Our heritage had the power to pull the sun out of hell
>Well...

It's an eye-dea so swelled
From cocaine puffed up to the brain,
Locked in aim, inane syllables the same
As a man that puts a crack in a bell
Dusted off....
But still got a chip on his shoulder
We turnin still, frozen, the ill gettin colder
The blood flow is blocked by uncharted maps and unpushed boulders
Discovery channel... these ladies discoverin Chanel
For the first time, custom-tailored to fit the mandible
Jawlines tightened and screwed into a grimace
The last prison we walked through was diminishin
The bars we weld are sinister
This is hell, the medicine failed to be administered
Doctors producin the rhythm but malpracticin on the cylinder
That resonate my voice, foam-covered, sound-proof and killin ya
Hittin ya from all directions, choir sections preachin to the minister

But I'm juss takin that shit outta context.