Silence
  Something about silence makes me sick
  'Cause silence can be violent
  Sorta like a slit wrist
    If the vibe was suicide
  Then you would push da button
  But if ya bowin' down
  Then let me do the cuttin'
    Some speak with sounds
  But speak in silent voices
  Like radio is silent
  Though it fills the air with noises
  Its transmission brings submission
  As ya mold to the unreal
  Mad boy grips the microphone
  Wit' a fistful of steel
    Chorus:
  Fistful of steel
  Fistful of steel
  Fistful of steel
  Fistful of steel
    Yes, it's time to flow like the fluids in ya veins
  If ya will it, I will spill it
  And ya out just as quick as ya came
  Not a silent one
  But a defiant one
  Never a normal one
  'Cause I'm that bastard son
  With the visions of the move
  Vocals not to sooth
  But to ignite and put in flight
  My sence of militance
  Groovin', playin' this game called survival
  Status the elite, the enemy, the rival
  The silentsheep slippin', riffin', trippin'
  Give ya a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin'
  Steppin into the jam and I'm slammin' like Shaquille
  Mad boy grips the microphone
  Wit' a fistful of steel
    Chorus
    A 44 full of bullets
  Face full of pale
  Eyes full of empty
  A stare full of nails
  The roulette ball rolls alone on the wheel
  A mind full of fire
  And a fistful of steel
    If the vibe was suicide
  Then you would push da button
  But if ya bowin' down
  Then let me do the cuttin'