- ow Whisplash and torture, falseness and pain Envy is driving our hate Everything out there is mad and confused Till we'll be able to seal each others
I am Nostradamus The hand of fate I am Nostradamus With love and hate Lost in this vortex The mystery begins Will you be victim Saved from your sins
have a conscience but you know it doesn't pay They'll keep you at the margins and they'll shut you away I've been looking up and down and searchin' round
your mental and I watch em grow Turn on the instrument and then clock my flow Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the show Cause I know and you this