Imagine how much happier 9.95 would be if he'd been the Shaolin's choice instead of Liu Kang.
Fuck you, Shang Tsung.
"Algebra Samurai"
Elevated consciousness under enemy fire
Give me the carnage I so desperately desire
Why are we suddenly bystanders of silence?
Show me to the battlefield, envelop me in violence
Nothing adds up, it's made of the wrong math
Injected with the cosign crash of sunrise wrath
I see you at the end of the street
I hear you in the music like a phantom of the beat
Was there no other suited for your sacreligious symphony?
Why did the conflicts in your construct end in bleeding me
Of the cure, the sight made pure, to cure the anomaly
And dare to look down as though you're somehow higher than me
No amount of narcotic rhetoric can kill the fire in me now
You sought to mark me like the devil, but you forgot the sacred vow
Now you're looking down the barrel of a vengeful sword, its bloody final bow
Were this a fight of mental strengths, you wouldn't so muc as raise a brow
No, you don't need to save me now, you etched my name in the epitaph
I think of the wasted years and broken bones, and it just makes me laugh
Now I know better than to waste my life on such scatterbrained mathematics
But your grand, wretched ego has filled my lungs, and I've about fucking had it
So I guess I'll go right back at it, schizophrenika automatic
And I can all but guarantee you won't want me around when the tower comes down
As you run from the truth like a frightened rabbit
But you can't run very far when you're stuck in traffic
Awoken in the path of a speeding blade
I simply can't give a damn, it's a terrible habit
Chasing in on pre-owned clues, like Sherlock Holmes when he sings the blues
Conquer this ship, I'm an anchorman, Ron Burgundy status, without any cues
Because I'm sharper than a corningstone, just let me read the fucking news
You're an A S D F G H J K L, just straight confused
It's not as though I was born to lose, I just like the abuse
This is a life not meant to be lived by the choke of a noose
Not rope or twine, but made of time, it hangs us out to dry
Like you wanted the whole damn world tuned in just to watch you die
Sorry, but that's just not how it works out here
You can't hold a gun to a young man's head
Watch him tremble as he picks his poison
And tell him he has nothing to fear
You may not believe in heaven, but the devil believes in you
Better sleep with one eye open, before the barrel of his blade runs you through
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