(Intro)

This is my attire. I don't care about another color
Everything is black. I'm looking like I'm working undercover
I came from the punkers and the grungy motherfuckers
Look like I suck at bowling, I'm used to nothing but the gutter
Hoody over my head and my jeans are dark and tight
This is my style because I'm not with that shit that's far too bright, like
Come around me and my boys and you may need a night-light
We're the fucking shadows you'll be afraid of in hindsight
Gothic Renaissance. I guess this is the rebirth
Necklace with the Jesus piece inverted 'cause we reverse...
anything you find important; distort it and disperse
Taking back what it really means to be from the street (word)
Learning all our code and ethics from the fucking Reaper
Run this shit until my knees hurt. I need a breather.
Put you on the back-burner. It's about me first.
Fashion Killer with a Mac-11. I'm a dreamer
Don't bait a shark unless you want your faces gnawed off by the fangs,
I'm heartless. Ain't with the debating. Parting ways from the fakes
I've been on a different page. In my ways, I'm lost
Reading all between the lines, steady making marks.
Scratching at my door. You must be kitten / kiddin' with them baby-claws
I'm too busy going Ape to stop and monkey 'round with these fucking clowns
Cruising through this life. I fill the tank, as ya'll get angry at the pay-to-park.
I don't need to take the charge,
unless I'm in the paint, just balling. Moving at a faster pace.
Taking shots like Reggie Miller on the pacers, dawg...
Black Mentality.
Still I ain't talking about nationality
I'm talking 'bout the way we formed our personality
We embrace the darkside so casually
Watch the whole world follow along gradually
In a second, they'll be mad at me, but it had to be
I can't keep it light with a halo this dark
Gotta' make the apparel reflect the way the tint sparks
Look at the dead-space glimmer when we enter,
something pretty in the ember. Got the city hating real hard
The real stars got a black backdrop
While you silly kiddies dance around like some mascots
And I can't jive with it on the regular.
The essence of a phantom and it can't stop. Oh no, it can't stop
Black pants, black jacket, black heart
Black kicks; looking like I went swimming in black tar
That's art. How far we gotta' go to prove it's all good?
Right and wrong, Good and Evil. I ain't with the falsehood
I know the Void. That is my hood
Been walking in the Death Row; guess I'm like Suge
Man, I'm Darth Vader with a tight look
Who would've thought the Blacklight would fit quite snug...

(Hook)