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** 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 k** tracks on tracks, b**h, and I ain't even trying
And that's no effort, that's no effort, b**h, I ain't even lying
And that's no pressure, that's no pressure, so, how the f** are they diamonds?
Oh, sh**, I'ma snap these n***as, I'll wrap these n***as, then slap theses n***as
Shoot on theses n***as like do-do-do-do and blap-blap-blap-blap these n***as
I'll wrap these n***as, grenades and all, cause it's no serenade involved
I'ma give these n***as that sour face, but there's no lemonade involved
I'm the best in this b**h, no contest in this b**h, like we ain't got no refs in this b**h
I'm lethal, you give me a weapon, I just might go psycho on tracks, V Tech in this b**h
A monster that's chasing the green, I came from the slums, I'm feeling like Shrek in this b**h
Don't give a f** what n***as say, just give me my check in this b**h, I'ma rest in this b**h
[Hook: Marcell]
Land of the B-E-A-S-T, Beauty ain't got sh** 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***as 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** 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**hes who made it
Aren't even half as creative
As what I piss in the snow
I f**ing hate it
I swear, I'm getting sick and tired of rappers
I'm bout to get the plastic wrap to sell these f**ing crackers
They ba** ackwards, bend 'em backwards like chiropractors
I'll coat a scabbard in hard lacquer, then beat 'em after
Don't f**ing 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** 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***as 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** 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?”