Marcell - Land of The Beast lyrics

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?”