I can smell it in the air I breathe

I can see it in our daily routines

Lost dreams, inside our television screens

My props goes out to the devil unseen

I can smell it in the air I breathe

I can see it in our daily routines

Lost dreams, inside our television screens

My props goes out to the devil unseen

Fucking magicians, no I won't listen

I've reached far beyond these bars of your prison

Your cell of hell, from your voice I can tell

You've lost your mind and your sense of self

With these rhymes I spit, you can catch my drift

You can feel it on Levels and you can feel it in The Shift

No I won't stop, because time is running out

Skeletons in my closet and now they coming out

I'm waking up the dead coz they turning in their graves

Burning fire in my cave coz we turning into slaves

This unbreakable hold, in the pursuit of gold

I've unraveled the scroll to watch the story unfold

In the next chapter, you gonna feel our rapture

Breaking this chain with which our soul's been captured

Beats still banging, bodies start hanging

This verse gives you an idea of what we planning

I can smell it in the air I breathe

I can see it in our daily routines

Lost dreams, inside our television screens

My props goes out to the devil unseen

I can smell it in the air I breathe

I can see it in our daily routines

Lost dreams, inside our television screens

My props goes out to the devil unseen

Who's the leader? I think he needs a breather

I'm throwing stones because my pitch reached a fever

At your glass house, this isn't a fight

Your darkness cannot exist in the light

Despite what you think or whatever you believe

We are ready to attack like we Ninjas in a tree

Taking the place of all you monkeys in power

The sun is going down and this is your last hour

Say your last words and make sure that it counts

I just went back home and closed all my accounts

I couldn't think of what to say other than that

I take pieces of my soul and put it in rap

I trade time for rhymes you trade yours for dimes

I trade lows for highs, you trade yours for lives

The promises you make are only paper thin

When the war to win is against the devil within

I can smell it in the air I breathe

I can see it in our daily routines

Lost dreams, inside our television screens

My props goes out to the devil unseen

I can smell it in the air I breathe

I can see it in our daily routines

Lost dreams, inside our television screens

My props goes out to the devil unseen