Fistful Of Steel

Silence Something about silence makes me sick 'Cause silence can be violent Sorta like a slit wrist If the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin' down Then let me do the cuttin' Some speak with sounds But speak in silent voices Like radio is silent Though it fills the air with noises Its transmission brings submission As ya mold to the unreal Mad boy grips the microphone Wit' a fistful of steel Chorus: Fistful of steel Fistful of steel Fistful of steel Fistful of steel Yes, it's time to flow like the fluids in ya veins If ya will it, I will spill it And ya out just as quick as ya came Not a silent one But a defiant one Never a normal one 'Cause I'm that bastard son With the visions of the move Vocals not to sooth But to ignite and put in flight My sence of militance Groovin', playin' this game called survival Status the elite, the enemy, the rival The silentsheep slippin', riffin', trippin' Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin' Steppin into the jam and I'm slammin' like Shaquille Mad boy grips the microphone Wit' a fistful of steel Chorus A 44 full of bullets Face full of pale Eyes full of empty A stare full of nails The roulette ball rolls alone on the wheel A mind full of fire And a fistful of steel If the vibe was suicide Then you would push da button But if ya bowin' down Then let me do the cuttin'