Lyrics:

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Silence
Something about silence makes me sick
'Cause silence can be violence
Sorta like a slit wrist

If the vibe was suicide
Then you would push the button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'

Some speak the sounds
But speak in silent voices
Like radio is silent
Though it fills the air with noises

It's transmissions bring submission
As ya mold to the unreal
And mad boy grips the microphone
With a fistful of steel
Yeah, and mad boy grips the microphone
With a fistful of steel

With a fistful of steel
('Cause I know the power of a question)
With a fistful of steel
With a fistful of steel
(And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of a question)

It's time to flow like the fluid in ya veins
If ya will it, I will spill it
And ya out just as quick as ya came
Not a silent one, nut a defiant one
Never a normal one
'Cause I'm the bastard son

With the visions of the move
Vocals not to soothe but to ignite and put in flight
My sense of militance
Groovin', playin' this game called survival
The status, the elite, the enemy, the rival

The silent sheep slippin', riffin', trippin'
Give you a glimpse of the reality I'm grippin'
Steppin' into the jam and I'm slammin' like Shaquille
Mad boy grips the microphone
With a fistful of steel
Yeah, and mad boy grips the microphone
With a fistful of steel

With a fistful of steel
('Cause I know the power of a question)
With a fistful of steel
With a fistful of steel
(And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of a question)

Uh, ah shit
And I won't stop 'cause I know the power of the question

And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push the button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'

Yeah
Come on

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
A fistful of steel

And if the vibe was suicide
Then you would push the button
But if ya bowin' down
Then let me do the cuttin'

Yeah
With a fistful of steel, uh
Come on
Uh
With a fistful of steel
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