Safe & Sorry from Amalgamation by Fear the White Noise

[Intro]
Ayy this is a great song!

[Verse 1]
Better safe than sorry leads to loss of opportunity
Favor scarring over fresh flesh wounds
Dark night of the soul verse white knight of scrutiny
Hard to price the toll, sober death exhumed
Bruce Wayne to Wu-Tang, kicking shit like Liu Kang
Hussein meets Usain, quick to get in new cave
Strap on your seat belt, put on your helmet
Slow down, drive slow homie, look can't help it
Pass on to meet the self, scoop up the roadkill
Back on the meat shelf, bluff and thrown over the hill
Homies on overkill, understand the resurrection
Come to land a hundred grand, dissecting your perception
Better safe than sorry, became fake and lame
Trade the change for fame then put your name in the flames
Better safe and sorry, unforgivably dangerous
All my homies cantankerous, all you cronies can't hang with us

[Bridge]
Do they aim to harm me? Hope they bring an army
For they can't regard me as anything but hardly
Interested in what you losers doing
Simpletons should just keep it moving
Begin giving in to his intrusive thoughts
Cannot reduce the cost of what's produced and lost
Safe and sorry exchanged for maneuvers
Trade chase for M’s to hang with friends and losers!

[Verse 2]
Apathetic to apologies, stacking bread in quantities
Then burn it all in front of you to send the fucking message
Swim among the wreckage of reducing quality
Hurting all but one of you to review the wallowing
Thought secure and sound but can't avoid the Noise
Cannot return what's found when it destroys your joy
Don’t ask for permission, don’t ask for forgiveness
Can't pay me to go away so every act is senseless
That's right I'm back in this bitch like I never fucking left
Portray me in anyway still better than what's left
A G above anything you see like a treble clef
Fighting for my right to die a rebels death
A plea for drugs anytime he's drunk, will he give it up?
Hitting blunts, sniffing bumps in attempt to live it up
Yet still he rip it up like a bad check, no tip
Pro tip: hold him back, better go in
Remaining pure and pitiful, came to spur the rigamarole
Afraid I'll hurt and kill em with flows, still with the cold
Lit with the coals, fucking stuck them in your stocking
Never turn to watch it burn, feel the heat as I'm walking
Securing your sorrow, never returning what's borrowed
Getting blazed every day, earning my urn for tomorrow
Pass them in the trash before his ass collapse
With one raspy laugh to last as he crash to ash
Within your memories as one who won't pretend to be
Anything he's not, rapping like he still got rocks
In his nose, soul exposed, neglected to protect it
Now these hoes tear his clothes, don't need the weapons to be respected
Yet I got em, and I pop em, never really solving problems
Giving them to a friend of mine before I stick it in my mind
Safety on old regrets, playing off lonely jests
Done over hungover, never ever was sober

• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• Self Produced
• aggressive
• beatswitch
• calm
• chill
• dance
• fun
• introspective
• lyrical
• positive
• rap metal
• underground hip hop
• warning
• Columbia