Eternal Life lyrics

Verse 1

Cuz I had up to here with this misery

And pain

I could take losses all year

And still report a gain

I could walk into a lion's den

Put clippers to they mane Give em all a bald fade

See, we are not the same

This is not a game

Got angels protecting me

Demons doing my bidding

The devil invested in me

Keeping me alive for a time that's yet
To be seen

The ending gon be tumultuous, most

Definitely

I can't explain why Clay-Doh spit the

Firе like a geyser

I can't еxplain why the game treated

Me like the Messiah

I can't explain why this b*tch out my league want me inside her

But I'ma

Rise to the top like bubbles on apple

Cider

You f*ckin with Stryder

The empire, long been in the ruins
But it's sure to resurface like the

Waves in a typhoon is

Sacred rites by bonfire with druids

You might construe it Holy matrimony of Heaven and Earth

Be where the truth is

I told y'all ama burn it to the ground

And I meant

If not for nothing more than the fact

That you're against it

Swimming pool full of blood

I dive in, I ain't Kendrick

Never started the beef but ama finish

It
Chorus
Trying to pay my debts Society wants my neck

Signing the checks with blood

A treasure chest full of sweat My art is worth millions

Costs the same as a breath

I'll be givin y'all my best Even it cost me my death

You can bet

It gon get better fore it get's worse

f*ck the purse

I did it for the nookie, Fred Durst

I pick the mic with no gloves even if it was cursed

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin

You in a hearse

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin

You in a hearse

Puttin you in a hearse

I pick up the mic with no gloves even if it was cursed

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin

You in a hearse

Verse 2 (Canibus) The Edelman Trust Barometer

Is a social thermometer

For the reason that we live like

Communists

Social credit system

I'm Mr. Sigma

Male on a mission

Don't compare di*k size with em

That's why I'm winnin

Mother f*ckers ain't gon stop me

From livin

I do what I want, n****

Banzai

No time to die

Dead men don't get wifi

On the beach with boondocks and ta

Tas
Rhymes reindigeonize

But I don't diss people this time

Cuz love it still love, let's rise

Counter gentrify with a smile

Wow

Hip Hop is nearly 60 years old now

Chorus

Trying to pay my debts

Society wants my neck

Signing the checks with blood

A treasure chest full of sweat

My art is worth millions

Costs the same as a breath I'll be givin y'all my best

Even it cost me my death

You can bet

It gon get better fore it get's worse

f*ck the purse

I did it for the nookie, Fred Durst

Pick the mic with no gloves even if it was cursed

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin

You in a hearse

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin

You in a hearse

Puttin you in a hearse I pick up the mic with no gloves even

If it was cursed

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin you in a hearse

Verse 3

Cuz we just stuck in this game with no kind of guidance

No choice but to play blindly

And hope to find alignment

I would say it's hell but then how

Would I define it?

Never heard from the Oracle

All the psychics went silent (what the

Hell?)
Can't seem to reap rewards without

The side kicks in a vice grip (unh)

All praise to God

I'm only livin out of spite cuz my

My papyrus: Osiris haters don't like it I'd have em all suck my di*k but some of them might bite it (haanh) Ama bring to the public them acts against God done in private (yeah) Next time the fascists united I noticed they been dyin the reason God is smilin (ayyye)

I ain't savin Private Ryan (f*ck that)

I would put my foot on they throat but

Droppin faster than flies and that's

Chorus

Trying to pay my debts

Society wants my neck

Signing the checks with blood

A treasure chest full of sweat
Signing the checks with blood

A treasure chest full of sweat

My art is worth millions

Costs the same as a breath

I'll be givin y'all my best Even it cost me my death

You can bet

It gon get better fore it get's worse

f*ck the purse

I did it for the nookie, Fred Durst

I pick the mic with no gloves even if it

Was cursed

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin

You in a hearse

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin

You in a hearse

Puttin you in a hearse

I pick up the mic with no gloves even

If it was cursed

Turns out I gain eternal life from puttin

You in a hearse