This is judgement day/
nothin's safe/
everybody runnin bout nowhere to runaway/
just watch the world get flushed away/
Destruction pays
like russian roulette
wit a russian ak/
not a single bullet missing but the gun up in ya face/
cant adjust ya fuckin fate/
plus the state
of the nation's,
up in blazes
reconstruction phases/
Destruction in
uppercase wit exclamation punctuation/
......
punch the face of the country
wit fuckin hate/
unemployment rates,
a busted budget,
so we stuck in place/
another race amongst a race of racists/
and leave it up to one motherfucker,
like he can come and change us/
we the ppl, only ones that gonna save us
underrate this, and you just another sucker stuck up in the matrix/
created by the government experimental weapon/
locked him in a kennel, and they fed him 211/
invented to prevent a enemy from ever winning/
defending the county but they put poison in em/
now its in em,
to delevope a mind state/
of a killa/
primate a gorilla
crime rate builder/
irate, and still a bit of a patriot a spygate-zilla
back to the wall, wit a passion he fought/
but he's irritable wit irrational thoughts/
any assassin he could tackle em all,
and never look back to the past he was taught
now insides steel/ (steel)
but he fight like reserves/ (reserves)
kill, fight, or steal/ (steal)
for what he deserve/
they created a monster/
invasion to conquer/
controllin me I'm feelin like a player from contra/
erasing my concience, to make me stronger,
equipped wit anger and braced with armor/
embrace the substance/ I'm made up of it/
destroy a nation, and raise above it/
but before i self destruct i must create destruction/
credits
from Destruction,
released May 20, 2012
Lyrics by Cane
Produced by Lou Burna