| Song | What's At Stake |
| Artist | Khemist |
| Album | Khemtrails |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I wanted the pain to go away | |
| I masked myself but it knew | |
| It’s me | |
| Running the same sadistic routine | |
| In a cycle that’s way too vicious to keep | |
| With all the rocks thrown at me some ain’t make it pass the debris | |
| They said my path would brief | |
| As if my chiefdom ain’t beasts | |
| And the commute back to forth Gehenna’s been all peach | |
| I’m in an extraordinary league | |
| Some want to see under siege | |
| And deceased but I’m well aware of the living sea under me | |
| A child of the sun | |
| Before my time a predynastic King | |
| Inscribed in Palermo stone annals | |
| My name made bells ring | |
| Before they sorry excuse of a hoeing mother could be conceived | |
| I knew I’d overthrow everyone on their list that wasn’t me | |
| Nigga my covenants got presidents in their jeans | |
| But not enough of em to stop rumblings when we eat | |
| So I sold to those who sold to those with meth rotting teeth | |
| And kept one on me at all times my trust issues runs deep | |
| I knew my ceilings was gon break | |
| And the snakes were gon creep | |
| With seroquel in me I ain’t know if I was woke or I was sleep | |
| I sweep up more dead rappers on the streets | |
| With calcified pineal glands | |
| The tap water got em sweet | |
| With defiled minds I defy gravity as I be | |
| Until I inherit the earth that’s it no one can speak | |
| In the Ghetto | |
| Angels flew and fell | |
| Wars upon us still | |
| Today | |
| In the ghetto | |
| Cuts are deep as hell | |
| Wars upon us still today | |
| Order in the court | |
| I give out the death penalty naturally | |
| No gift of gab just a gift to say what’s clearly masterly | |
| Im gripping gats for enemies in front and in back of me | |
| Shit I treated straight Everclear like strawberry daiquiri | |
| And I shitted on niggas a few times still bathroom breaks | |
| The sad part is this athletes still ain’t reach his apogee | |
| I lost too many folks who lives ain’t end all happily | |
| Ever after that normality made me a basket case | |
| I found it’s easier to coast in the fast lane then to mash the breaks | |
| I speak a truth all the gods who walk the earth ascertain | |
| Acid rain falls when I do draw from this battered brain | |
| Assault and battery I bring | |
| I’m known as Khemist slash Menes | |
| Buckling knees on the basilisk who I know after me | |
| If you happen to find my dad address | |
| Do tell em I’m the great | |
| I’m so sure of that if you mad at that you should know I’ll be late | |
| To caring about how you feel cuz you don’t know what’s at stake | |
| Born in 91 on this plane but don’t forget my other age | |
| Knowing that makes some of my elders today younger me | |
| My souls old I known for a while I been a spiritual being | |
| Who never felt to attached to the present era we in | |
| I apprehend the hate the gave me and then used it like a gift | |
| And watched em now bow to me repeatedly like a gif | |
| I could just | |
| End them now shots I send never miss | |
| This asiatic black man causes continental drifts | |
| Momental shit | |
| Mental shit | |
| The shoes I wear too big | |
| You can’t walk in these here you hear the tongue go over your head | |
| They’re small fish | |
| You know what happens when their overfed | |
| I’m made for this their weakening you gotta overstand | |
| When the king pop shit there’s no safety blanket to live | |
| I been dangling niggas over the ledge their whole career | |
| Looking around for competition but no ones there | |
| When create your own lane the roads are clear | |
| In the Ghetto | |
| Angels flew and fell | |
| Wars upon us still | |
| Today | |
| In the ghetto | |
| Cuts are deep as hell | |
| Wars upon us still today | |
| I’m from where baggies filed with laced moon rock make you an astronaut | |
| For child support your BM line up for whatever cash you got | |
| Niggas get beat to pulps and those around walk pass and watch | |
| Snitching gets you uninvited guests outside your momma’s house | |
| You’ll be a corpse under a logan house no one finds out about | |
| You play with me I don’t make threats I can throw that promise out | |
| Niggas self destructing for money they all want some kind of clout | |
| I could easily put dots on you and put barrels in your mouth | |
| My souls supreme glow got rid of the shadow and the doubt | |
| The newest legend got all the past ones on the chopping block | |
| They can’t beat me tho they like to try | |
| Like Haile Selassie I | |
| Helped my niggas get out their mind and not get tricked out their spot | |
| The murderous shit I like to jot a get their blood flow to stop | |
| It’s inevitable in other words que sera sera | |
| Where I’m at if you ain’t ready to squeeze your gun get out of dodge | |
| Cuz 10 times out of 10 he who hesitates dies | |
| Hustle what you can through day and night here we economize | |
| Trust nothing we question water how we question solid rock | |
| I seen a lot of souls taken but they’ll never take mine | |
| The streets been waitin on the god I tell em greatness takes time | |
| What’s understood ain’t got to be explained I never say why | |
| They fear my raps like I conjured spirits in the sayance | |
| Them hard days I made it through is how I became wise | |
| Yea I killed rappers but you should’ve seen what I did to shaytan | |
| May I boast and brag bout how my flow hang glides | |
| How I been a brick and it’s legit cocaine lines | |
| They was intimidated cuz I was sure of who I said I was | |
| After I hit the cross roads this was way before the buzz | |
| Drunken hearted man who the streets pretended to love | |
| They can’t get on my level they ain’t been through enough | |
| They don’t know how to adjust they can feel who the best | |
| The signs are all there I’m even heard by the Def | |
| In the Ghetto | |
| Angels flew and fell | |
| Wars upon us still | |
| Today | |
| In the ghetto | |
| Cuts are deep as hell | |
| Wars upon us still today |
| I wanted the pain to go away | |
| I masked myself but it knew | |
| It' s me | |
| Running the same sadistic routine | |
| In a cycle that' s way too vicious to keep | |
| With all the rocks thrown at me some ain' t make it pass the debris | |
| They said my path would brief | |
| As if my chiefdom ain' t beasts | |
| And the commute back to forth Gehenna' s been all peach | |
| I' m in an extraordinary league | |
| Some want to see under siege | |
| And deceased but I' m well aware of the living sea under me | |
| A child of the sun | |
| Before my time a predynastic King | |
| Inscribed in Palermo stone annals | |
| My name made bells ring | |
| Before they sorry excuse of a hoeing mother could be conceived | |
| I knew I' d overthrow everyone on their list that wasn' t me | |
| Nigga my covenants got presidents in their jeans | |
| But not enough of em to stop rumblings when we eat | |
| So I sold to those who sold to those with meth rotting teeth | |
| And kept one on me at all times my trust issues runs deep | |
| I knew my ceilings was gon break | |
| And the snakes were gon creep | |
| With seroquel in me I ain' t know if I was woke or I was sleep | |
| I sweep up more dead rappers on the streets | |
| With calcified pineal glands | |
| The tap water got em sweet | |
| With defiled minds I defy gravity as I be | |
| Until I inherit the earth that' s it no one can speak | |
| In the Ghetto | |
| Angels flew and fell | |
| Wars upon us still | |
| Today | |
| In the ghetto | |
| Cuts are deep as hell | |
| Wars upon us still today | |
| Order in the court | |
| I give out the death penalty naturally | |
| No gift of gab just a gift to say what' s clearly masterly | |
| Im gripping gats for enemies in front and in back of me | |
| Shit I treated straight Everclear like strawberry daiquiri | |
| And I shitted on niggas a few times still bathroom breaks | |
| The sad part is this athletes still ain' t reach his apogee | |
| I lost too many folks who lives ain' t end all happily | |
| Ever after that normality made me a basket case | |
| I found it' s easier to coast in the fast lane then to mash the breaks | |
| I speak a truth all the gods who walk the earth ascertain | |
| Acid rain falls when I do draw from this battered brain | |
| Assault and battery I bring | |
| I' m known as Khemist slash Menes | |
| Buckling knees on the basilisk who I know after me | |
| If you happen to find my dad address | |
| Do tell em I' m the great | |
| I' m so sure of that if you mad at that you should know I' ll be late | |
| To caring about how you feel cuz you don' t know what' s at stake | |
| Born in 91 on this plane but don' t forget my other age | |
| Knowing that makes some of my elders today younger me | |
| My souls old I known for a while I been a spiritual being | |
| Who never felt to attached to the present era we in | |
| I apprehend the hate the gave me and then used it like a gift | |
| And watched em now bow to me repeatedly like a gif | |
| I could just | |
| End them now shots I send never miss | |
| This asiatic black man causes continental drifts | |
| Momental shit | |
| Mental shit | |
| The shoes I wear too big | |
| You can' t walk in these here you hear the tongue go over your head | |
| They' re small fish | |
| You know what happens when their overfed | |
| I' m made for this their weakening you gotta overstand | |
| When the king pop shit there' s no safety blanket to live | |
| I been dangling niggas over the ledge their whole career | |
| Looking around for competition but no ones there | |
| When create your own lane the roads are clear | |
| In the Ghetto | |
| Angels flew and fell | |
| Wars upon us still | |
| Today | |
| In the ghetto | |
| Cuts are deep as hell | |
| Wars upon us still today | |
| I' m from where baggies filed with laced moon rock make you an astronaut | |
| For child support your BM line up for whatever cash you got | |
| Niggas get beat to pulps and those around walk pass and watch | |
| Snitching gets you uninvited guests outside your momma' s house | |
| You' ll be a corpse under a logan house no one finds out about | |
| You play with me I don' t make threats I can throw that promise out | |
| Niggas self destructing for money they all want some kind of clout | |
| I could easily put dots on you and put barrels in your mouth | |
| My souls supreme glow got rid of the shadow and the doubt | |
| The newest legend got all the past ones on the chopping block | |
| They can' t beat me tho they like to try | |
| Like Haile Selassie I | |
| Helped my niggas get out their mind and not get tricked out their spot | |
| The murderous shit I like to jot a get their blood flow to stop | |
| It' s inevitable in other words que sera sera | |
| Where I' m at if you ain' t ready to squeeze your gun get out of dodge | |
| Cuz 10 times out of 10 he who hesitates dies | |
| Hustle what you can through day and night here we economize | |
| Trust nothing we question water how we question solid rock | |
| I seen a lot of souls taken but they' ll never take mine | |
| The streets been waitin on the god I tell em greatness takes time | |
| What' s understood ain' t got to be explained I never say why | |
| They fear my raps like I conjured spirits in the sayance | |
| Them hard days I made it through is how I became wise | |
| Yea I killed rappers but you should' ve seen what I did to shaytan | |
| May I boast and brag bout how my flow hang glides | |
| How I been a brick and it' s legit cocaine lines | |
| They was intimidated cuz I was sure of who I said I was | |
| After I hit the cross roads this was way before the buzz | |
| Drunken hearted man who the streets pretended to love | |
| They can' t get on my level they ain' t been through enough | |
| They don' t know how to adjust they can feel who the best | |
| The signs are all there I' m even heard by the Def | |
| In the Ghetto | |
| Angels flew and fell | |
| Wars upon us still | |
| Today | |
| In the ghetto | |
| Cuts are deep as hell | |
| Wars upon us still today |
| I wanted the pain to go away | |
| I masked myself but it knew | |
| It' s me | |
| Running the same sadistic routine | |
| In a cycle that' s way too vicious to keep | |
| With all the rocks thrown at me some ain' t make it pass the debris | |
| They said my path would brief | |
| As if my chiefdom ain' t beasts | |
| And the commute back to forth Gehenna' s been all peach | |
| I' m in an extraordinary league | |
| Some want to see under siege | |
| And deceased but I' m well aware of the living sea under me | |
| A child of the sun | |
| Before my time a predynastic King | |
| Inscribed in Palermo stone annals | |
| My name made bells ring | |
| Before they sorry excuse of a hoeing mother could be conceived | |
| I knew I' d overthrow everyone on their list that wasn' t me | |
| Nigga my covenants got presidents in their jeans | |
| But not enough of em to stop rumblings when we eat | |
| So I sold to those who sold to those with meth rotting teeth | |
| And kept one on me at all times my trust issues runs deep | |
| I knew my ceilings was gon break | |
| And the snakes were gon creep | |
| With seroquel in me I ain' t know if I was woke or I was sleep | |
| I sweep up more dead rappers on the streets | |
| With calcified pineal glands | |
| The tap water got em sweet | |
| With defiled minds I defy gravity as I be | |
| Until I inherit the earth that' s it no one can speak | |
| In the Ghetto | |
| Angels flew and fell | |
| Wars upon us still | |
| Today | |
| In the ghetto | |
| Cuts are deep as hell | |
| Wars upon us still today | |
| Order in the court | |
| I give out the death penalty naturally | |
| No gift of gab just a gift to say what' s clearly masterly | |
| Im gripping gats for enemies in front and in back of me | |
| Shit I treated straight Everclear like strawberry daiquiri | |
| And I shitted on niggas a few times still bathroom breaks | |
| The sad part is this athletes still ain' t reach his apogee | |
| I lost too many folks who lives ain' t end all happily | |
| Ever after that normality made me a basket case | |
| I found it' s easier to coast in the fast lane then to mash the breaks | |
| I speak a truth all the gods who walk the earth ascertain | |
| Acid rain falls when I do draw from this battered brain | |
| Assault and battery I bring | |
| I' m known as Khemist slash Menes | |
| Buckling knees on the basilisk who I know after me | |
| If you happen to find my dad address | |
| Do tell em I' m the great | |
| I' m so sure of that if you mad at that you should know I' ll be late | |
| To caring about how you feel cuz you don' t know what' s at stake | |
| Born in 91 on this plane but don' t forget my other age | |
| Knowing that makes some of my elders today younger me | |
| My souls old I known for a while I been a spiritual being | |
| Who never felt to attached to the present era we in | |
| I apprehend the hate the gave me and then used it like a gift | |
| And watched em now bow to me repeatedly like a gif | |
| I could just | |
| End them now shots I send never miss | |
| This asiatic black man causes continental drifts | |
| Momental shit | |
| Mental shit | |
| The shoes I wear too big | |
| You can' t walk in these here you hear the tongue go over your head | |
| They' re small fish | |
| You know what happens when their overfed | |
| I' m made for this their weakening you gotta overstand | |
| When the king pop shit there' s no safety blanket to live | |
| I been dangling niggas over the ledge their whole career | |
| Looking around for competition but no ones there | |
| When create your own lane the roads are clear | |
| In the Ghetto | |
| Angels flew and fell | |
| Wars upon us still | |
| Today | |
| In the ghetto | |
| Cuts are deep as hell | |
| Wars upon us still today | |
| I' m from where baggies filed with laced moon rock make you an astronaut | |
| For child support your BM line up for whatever cash you got | |
| Niggas get beat to pulps and those around walk pass and watch | |
| Snitching gets you uninvited guests outside your momma' s house | |
| You' ll be a corpse under a logan house no one finds out about | |
| You play with me I don' t make threats I can throw that promise out | |
| Niggas self destructing for money they all want some kind of clout | |
| I could easily put dots on you and put barrels in your mouth | |
| My souls supreme glow got rid of the shadow and the doubt | |
| The newest legend got all the past ones on the chopping block | |
| They can' t beat me tho they like to try | |
| Like Haile Selassie I | |
| Helped my niggas get out their mind and not get tricked out their spot | |
| The murderous shit I like to jot a get their blood flow to stop | |
| It' s inevitable in other words que sera sera | |
| Where I' m at if you ain' t ready to squeeze your gun get out of dodge | |
| Cuz 10 times out of 10 he who hesitates dies | |
| Hustle what you can through day and night here we economize | |
| Trust nothing we question water how we question solid rock | |
| I seen a lot of souls taken but they' ll never take mine | |
| The streets been waitin on the god I tell em greatness takes time | |
| What' s understood ain' t got to be explained I never say why | |
| They fear my raps like I conjured spirits in the sayance | |
| Them hard days I made it through is how I became wise | |
| Yea I killed rappers but you should' ve seen what I did to shaytan | |
| May I boast and brag bout how my flow hang glides | |
| How I been a brick and it' s legit cocaine lines | |
| They was intimidated cuz I was sure of who I said I was | |
| After I hit the cross roads this was way before the buzz | |
| Drunken hearted man who the streets pretended to love | |
| They can' t get on my level they ain' t been through enough | |
| They don' t know how to adjust they can feel who the best | |
| The signs are all there I' m even heard by the Def | |
| In the Ghetto | |
| Angels flew and fell | |
| Wars upon us still | |
| Today | |
| In the ghetto | |
| Cuts are deep as hell | |
| Wars upon us still today |