mad filippo's massacre

take this pill for what you feel i know i see

my seclusion from reality is the art of the deal

believe in the hype for what you think you know it's true

you'll see it all right here not on the prime time news

keep my buddies off the ground they always remain ecstatic

i trust in the laws of the day not shit talking beaurocratic

in this house it seems to take it takes one and all

for the night you'll think of the chase

it's when you'll take your fall

you're taking the time to figure it out

take a look around your clout's running out

nothing left in your head but the morning rain

and the pain in your arm streaming through your vein

real in through an empty void of my last drop

who's to say trust worthy for a corrupted cop

change is obsolete for the trend is a blurry past

that's the last time that you'll get your last.