Land of The Beast lyrics

Rem: “Do you know this man?”

Jai: “Should I?”

Rem: “Well get to. This fine gentleman is King Marcell. He’ll keep you alive through the storm you’re about to endure, whether you want him to or not.”

[Verse: Marcell]

Land of the B-E-A-S-T, Beauty ain't got sh*t on us
It's the B-E-ST artist up on the chorus
And I B-E-A-S-T every artist and songs
So, I told Jaivaughntae that Marcell might not belong

I'm a werewolf, a giant that's abominable and a lion
I kill tracks on tracks, b*tch, and I ain't even trying
And that's no effort, that's no effort, b*tch, I ain't even lying
And that's no pressure, that's no pressure, so, how the f*ck are they diamonds?

Oh, sh*t, I'ma snap these n*ggas, I'll wrap these n*ggas, then slap theses n*ggas
Shoot on theses n*ggas like do-do-do-do and blap-blap-blap-blap these n*ggas
I'll wrap these n*ggas, grenades and all, cause it's no serenade involved
I'ma give these n*ggas that sour face, but there's no lemonade involved

I'm the best in this b*tch, no contest in this b*tch, like we ain't got no refs in this b*tch
I'm lethal, you give me a weapon, I just might go psycho on tracks, V Tech in this b*tch
A monster that's chasing the green, I came from the slums, I'm feeling like Shrek in this b*tch
Don't give a f*ck what n*ggas say, just give me my check in this b*tch, I'ma rest in this b*tch
[Hook: Marcell]

Land of the B-E-A-S-T, Beauty ain't got sh*t on us
This the B-E-ST artist up on the chorus
And I B-E-A-S-T every artist and songs
So, I told these rap n*ggas in this game you don't belong

Land of the Beast
Land of the Beast
Land of the Beast
Land of the B-E-A-S-T, Beauty ain't got sh*t on Land of the Beast

[Verse Two: No Idols]

I'm getting sick to my stomach
It happened all of a sudden
Was it the lyrics I vomit out
On a daily

Basis, these rappers are slavish
Towards a system of databases
Whose thoughts are as knavish
As I expect

Stasis, our minds are not stimulated
We're being miseducated, and
You are manipulated
I bet
That all you b*tches who made it
Aren't even half as creative
As what I p*ss in the snow
I f*cking hate it

I swear, I'm getting sick and tired of rappers
I'm bout to get the plastic wrap to sell these f*cking crackers
They bass ackwards, bend 'em backwards like chiropractors
I'll coat a scabbard in hard lacquer, then beat 'em after

Don't f*cking test me, I'm at the tip of the rope
I'm hoping all of you croak
To these rhythms that I wrote

You get the message? I don't need a man to preach
I'm in the house of a fiend
In the land of the beast

[Hook: Marcell]

Land of the B-E-A-S-T, Beauty ain't got sh*t on us
This the B-E-ST artist up on the chorus
And I B-E-A-S-T every artist and songs
So, I told these rap n*ggas in this game you don't belong

Land of the Beast
Land of the Beast
Land of the Beast
Land of the B-E-A-S-T, Beauty ain't got sh*t on Land of the Beast
Liora: “You don’t have to be this way. Violent, I mean. Rem and Delano are barbaric and simple minded men, you need a woman’s perspective to bring your learning experience full circle. They took you down the, for lack of better expression, wrong path; but truly there is no wrong path. I am here to show you another option if you would care to try.”

Jai: “Another option? What other option is there?”

Liora: “My dear, have you ever heard of something called the pursuit of happiness?”