Verse 1

Step aside Mr. Next Man,’cos I got a plan to get paid, rip the trade, prove I’m vexed and,
Checking the text and coming forward, forward, you’d like it if I paused or stopped, yeah, you sure
would, but let me tell you just what’s happening, ‘cos I got a pen, a piece of paper and a compass,
And I’m mapping in, the direction that we’re going, so be checking the flowing, showing and witness
the roughneck styles I’m throwing, owing money to no man, woman, or lady,
baby you haven’t heard of me yet, but then just maybe, by tomorrow,
you will follow this household name, pain... still, I maintain,
and I remain in the same frame of mind which you’ll find in the mind of a like minded man of mine,
time after time, I’ve said my peace, but radio stations seem afraid to unleash the beast, at least,
in to urban areas, maybe the facts that I’m speaking are getting scary and scarier,
like a pitbull terrier, so prepare for warfare, ‘cos lesser men I bury you,
ferry you up the river, I deliver, the prophecy everlasting, what I’m forecasting,
is bigger and better, badder and bolder, how many times have we told you that we fold you,
so now behold the, forces of betterment, that stand as testament to the settlement of the detriment,
a hearts of darkness experiment, has proven successful, in succeeding,
we’re giving what you’re needing, so please be heeding,
the message to the listener that we’re giving you, never forgetting where we came from,
and we’re still living the, life of ordinary citizens, some call us veterans,
but that’s better than being the unseen, unintelligent ones, daughters, have caught us in the act,
so bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, to the point of the fact,
and that is that this is business, never before witnessed, some of them dismissed this,
as being unnecessary, but I think it is very necessary for us to bury the shit we carry,
and being married to the mentality of reality, I have to speak upon every fatality,
In actuality, there are just too many men who are claiming to be my friend... meet your end,
And then maybe some progress can be made, in the wake of the path we laid,
over your graves we paved, saving you from the torture that they brought you,
and we’ll be cleaning the crap up when we’ve caught you,
Mr. Next Man, I’m just proving the fact that I’m vexed and...

Chorus

Verse 2

Too many are trying to show us defiance so they must witness the appliance of bachelors of science,
we stand as giants, over towering, overpowering, the over cowering lesser men,
who thought that they were better than, the H.O.D, the H.I.P, the H.O.P, so please S.T.O.P as we,
have excelled and propelled then felled others like trees, for these deliveries create rivalries,
Yet many of these have been overcome, with the force of one drum and a juvenile tongue that swung,
Over the high roads and the low roads, I took a slow boat to my destination, no hesitation,
Devastation left in the trail but we prevail to make truth set sail when the sunlight’s pale,
And our mission cannot fail as there’s too much at stake, as the fake, reawake, it’s too late, take the bait,
Mr. Next Man, I’m just proving the fact that I’m vexed and...

Verse 3

Like brothers on organised missions, we’re delivering answers to the suspicions,
So keep your visions, firmly in place like foundations, fill in the applications, join the nations,
The patience is tried and tested, you shouldn’t have messed with, those who possess gifts,
Of geographical location, assess the situation before you make your move to this smooth groove,
You’ve got nothing to prove because it’s proven, many are losing, plus being confused by the
confusing, ways and actions of factions that act as reactions to the misdescriptions and the fictions,
we need to build like the Egyptians, in order to engineer ideas of brilliance,
showing the resilience that we have to, in order to match you, crash through then get right past you,
how many times must it be proven that we outlast you, I ask you, to check the last two,
tracks that we made, they portrayed, the real essence of the darkest, heartless sessions,
beyond the questions that I’m posing them, courage has arose in them,
but enough for them to be opposing them, which one is the chosen one?
And which one is the frozen one?, and which one is the child that attempted to take the reins in order
to maximise our pains?, all that remains, is for the darkest, heartless soul, to fulfil the role they stole,
The torture that they brought you only bears pain, because the mentality of the Next Man is insane...

Chorus (to end)