Fear Itself - Apathy

Merlin: What are you afraid of?

Arthur: I don’t know

Merlin: Shall I tell you what’s out there?

Arthur: Yes, please

Merlin: A beast of such power that if you were to see it whole and all complete

in a single glance, it would burn you to cinders

Arthur: Where is it?

Merlin: It is everywhere!

It is everything!

Its roar is heard in the wind!

And its forked tongue strikes like… bright

Kings fitted on, like I’m D-O-C

Deadly on the mic, demi G-O-D

Born in a forest, raised by the wolves

Walk amongst sheep rocking their wool

Speaking in tongues, well allow me to translate

A secret society, just look at our handshakes

Hoodies on our head, dressed in all black

Symbols on our rings and a pocket full of crack

Cameras on a street corner like a camcorder

Dip quicker than a Star Trek transporter

This is life on the bottom of the barrel of the belly of the beast

On the brutalist of blocks in the borough

In the East where I’m from Connecticut’s a wasteland

Chased by the devil, keep the metal in your waistband

And we powerful as Kennedys

March in a single-file line like centipedes

In Cape Cod to escape the commotion

Late night yacht trips, bodies in the ocean

A 40 ounce full of potion

We move by full moon light in slow motion

The only thing we have to fear is fear itself

So run for the hills, scream for help

Ain’t nothing to fear but fear itself

So run for the hills, scream for help

Ain’t nothing to fear but fear itself

So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself)

So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself)

So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself)

So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself)

We on that cracker-ass shit, hoods and bank robbers

Switching up kicks quicker than Mr. Rogers

Sweater on my back dressed like a senator

I’m Chris Hansen about to catch a predator

Newport mansion peeking through your window

Job at a country club just for the info

Deep in the woods in a circle like a pagan

A young caucasian studying Ronald Reagan

So we speak Latin fluently

Drink OE cause I love it what it do to me

Fuck around, get a beat down brutally

I’m like Judas, I’ll stab you for jewellery

OG, ain’t a damn thing new to me

Pharaoh with a harem of hoes who love nudity

Rhymes designed in barbarian time

Check my crops, it’s all alien signs

Belt buckle with the Masonic math

Black Starter Raider jacket, an addict to witchcraft

I’m the Uzi carrier, groupie burying

Pass passwords to a secret librarian (shh)

Access to the Vatican scriptures

We posing for pictures with fingers on triggers

And candle in cyphers, we tunnel under Rikers

To break out my brothers and them Outlaw bikers

We the righteous

Scream for help, ain’t nothing to fear but fear itself

So run for the hills, scream for help

Ain’t nothing to fear but fear itself

So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself)

So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself)

So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself)

So run for the hills motherfucker (fear itself)