Fallen

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Vakill] I was the nicest for at least the last six months Single went dope, got heavy rotation from Funk Flex And didn't have to ask Stick once Penned flows that was most quoted Kept the toast loaded for magazine critics in case the Alleged niggas ghostwrote it Spit with the armored fist And for a list had no escape route from the slums so Round it became an orifice Now I'm eating good and pushing whips Problem is, I'm pussy whipped by a bitch that dropped Me same time the label did Album sells wasn't well, no reach quota So my foundation which was once mentally and Financially stable slid Traumas all, was on alcohol plus I done acid Put every egg into one basket Now my mind rages cause imposters of label reps Getting gun blasted Won passed it Fuck it, one life, one love, one casket Wound up at the CEO office and blow his flesh of his chest And left that nigga slumped on his office desk [Hook] (I've fallen) My mountain wasn't built to handle rejection (I've fallen) You know who you fucking with? Answer the question (I've fallen) Fuck trying to reason with logic, reason with this Sixteen-shot cartridge holding a label hostage [Verse 2: Slug] How many are dead? (One dead) How many game pieces does he have now? (two, one woman and one man) Now, here we go again Another day trying to defend a belief Time to make friends with the Beast How many guns he got? Only one's been shot Let me see his demands And a copy of the floorplans What's the odds of suicidal? Let's try to get him on the horn And inform him of my arrival N-n-n-n-n-no no vest I'm going in soft If he's gonna take my head off then he's gotta take my head off Now what's his name? Does he have a family? What's his background? Did he pick the place randomly? Get his girl on the phone Locate his mom (Move, move, move people now, now) We're dealing with a time bomb And I'mma take it through the front door Look him in the eyes See if we can make this grown man cry [Hook] (I've fallen) My mountain wasn't built to handle rejection (I've fallen) You know who you fucking with? Answer the question (I've fallen) Fuck trying to reason with logic, reason with this Sixteen-shot cartridge holding a label hostage [Verse 3] V: Lets weigh my options, and put in perspective my position Stop the mission It's a straight shot to prison without a pot to piss in Fuck the negotiating, I don't expect for you cops to listen You probably setting me up to get shot by a Sharpshooter from the SWAT division Tell them bitches I won't be that easily overthrown I know they're listening in on your mobile phone You don't know my pain, you're probably living like some King on a noble throne In the suburbs with a fucking Camaro and a mobile home All I want is my deal back But the A&R stays put, in turn, I'll give you the intern S: What's the catch V: I want an even bigger deal No funny shit 'cause I'm holding the trigger's steel And I'll drop this bitch faster than Jigga did Amil S: Alright I hear you But still it's my responsibility To guarantee these hostages are walking out of here with me Your everything is on their safety V: No fucking way S: Yo, no way around that We've got the place surrounded So what's your call, kid? Your move, whatchya gonna do? You've gotta face the truth (Wait I've gotta face the truth) Cause the more I toss it all around my head The more I feel Everything that you said Alright so here's the fucking deal Gimme the intern Let the A&R burn And as far as I'm concerned this meeting is adjourned The woman and I, we're about to walk out that door Here's a handshake soldier cause we both won the war [Interlude] A&R: Wait, Wait, what are you leaving for its your job Come back here V: Naw, fuck that A&R: Wait, wait we can think this up now cause- V: Naw, fuck that, fuck you [Verse 4: Vakill] How can you reason with the brain savagely ripped from it's humane frame? Gave sweat, tears, and slit a main vain Now I aim flame and squeeze out of vengeance for every Career that Industry Rule #4,080 in this fucked-up game claimed Open ya mouth, foul bitch Cause now I got this 40-cal-inch *gunshot* for you to tussle I keep bullets for every artist that's signed to Wild Pitch Funny sometimes how fast fate can take a tumultuous twist and lifestyles switch I don't know what world beyond this lies But I can see my future, not just career but life through Jordan's eyes Once I let this slug out, I struck out Level my side of the playing field till it was underneath the dugout No matters, what could possibly be worse? Unless that somehow the tables was reversed I know the Jakes is coming and I can't wait to let this heat burst I'mma kill everybody And just to prove that I ain't bullshitting I'mma start with me first *gunshot*