Listen up hear this as Mr.J.Medeiros speaks
A history of martyrs and men
Women who fearlessly held fast
Professing that hells past won’t mirror me
The bell cracks
The pressure to sell acts of tyranny increases
Yet appearing in my thesis are visions clearer then sin
When the year is nearer to Easter
I’m there revering the weekend
The rising on the east end
Nothing clearer then leaping
Surprised you on the deep end
Altruistic new physics there’s trouble in my reflex
Hard to humble double helix
Now my stumbling got me vexed
Mumbling in pre-tense the future lacks of present love
The numbing acts that we sense
Computers have with every touch
I knew the facts were meant for us
The truth to back my sentence was
Life incarcerated in flesh bones and cameras
Death owns the man who trusts only in material
Imperial reign is small change

I got a lot to say
Either you got the money or you got to pay
When the block is sunny you ain't looking for the killa
But I’m a thousand pound gorilla
I got a lot to do
Either you got the lies or you got the truth
When I’m locked in the booth I’m thinking bout the killa
Cus I’m a thousand pound gorilla

The inferior blamed in projects prospects depleted
For government aid you get processed then deleted
And the nonsense repeated till you on the fence defeated
Competing between right and wrong
See I’m going through the same thing
When writing a song
My main theme remains clean
Been fighting so long to change me
I change scenes and re-frame dreams to fit visions
Cus they saying that these feans is listening
They playing these teams
Swaying these beams when the wax is burning
The track is earning it back
When these platinum plaques is cracked
Stacking the sterling with the acts of Merlin
Magic reeking havoc turning back the meek
As fashion seeks to mask the world
Grab the girl now shimmy to the side
If you see me on your T.V. in the window of a ride
It’s cus teenies need a symbol of a criminal inside
It’s a simple way to lie not a simple way of life

I got a lot to say
Either you got the money or you got to pay
When the block is sunny you ain't looking for the killa
But I’m a thousand pound gorilla
I got a lot to do
Either you got the lies or you got the truth
When I’m locked in the booth I’m thinking bout the killa
Cus I’m a thousand pound gorilla