Just Can't Kill The Beast

Mirrors on the ceiling (on the ceiling) the pink

champagne on ice (champagne on ice)

And she said, "We are all just prisoners here, (just

prisoners here) of our own device (Of our own device)."

In the master’s chambers, (In the master’s chambers)

they gather for the feast (they gather for the feast)

They stab it with they’re Steely knives (They stabbed

it with they're Steely knives)

But they just can’t kill the beast (just can’t kill the

beast)

Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t

kill the beast

(Yeah, its Chris Webby They can't stop me)

Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t

kill the beast

(I work too hard for this shit. Too damn hard)

Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t

kill the beast

(Let me tell you bout it real quick.)

They stab it with their Steely knives but they just

can’t kill the beast

Yeah yeah I could of just been stop by what arisen in

the past

Sitting in the county cell only two years back

Waiting on a phone call from my girl or dad or my

mother

As they try to gather together all the cash to bail me

out

And I'm embarrassed for that cuz it was my stupidity

that got this felony rap

And now they had to suffer cuz of me and I'm sorry for

that

But now the coast is clear and they ain't never sending

me back

I was left with fucking nothing not a dollar to my name

Left with a pen left with a pad left with dream it's

all the same

While I'm thinking I was looking at three and half

years

Still I never shed a tear I got on the grind with an

idea

To be great to make something outta my life and just

redeem myself

Enough with all the tough talk and shit Webby be

yourself

Work for it everyday put lyrics to these beats now they

just can't kill the beast. Bitch!

Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t

kill the beast

(Yeah, its Chris Webby They can't stop me)

Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t

kill the beast

(I work too hard for this shit. Too damn hard)

Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t

kill the beast

(Let me tell you bout it real quick.)

They stab it with their Steely knives but they just

can’t kill the beast

I was stuck living in my parent's house working a 9 to

5

Waking up for court at the crack of dawn and loosen up

my tie

Waiting for my paycheck in the mail even though it was

low

How the fuck else could I pay for the studio? Cuz I

know

Even back then that I would make it rapping

Its all I ever thought about so I knew that it would

happen

It had to be so gradually put my soul in this music

shit

If you don't think I worked ever second for it you

stupid bitch

I remember performing in ten people show

But still I put my fucking heart in it even though

It seemed I would never make it every one told me I'd

never make it

But I had determination and I never let nobody brake it

I was set on being famous I was ready for the anguish

That goes into being something that requires mental

patience

I grinded and I grinded so everybody would listen

So while I got your ear I'd like to introduce you to

Christian

Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t

kill the beast

(Yeah, its Chris Webby They can't stop me)

Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t

kill the beast

(I work too hard for this shit. Too damn hard)

Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t

kill the beast

(Let me tell you bout it real quick.)

They stab it with their Steely knives but they just

can’t kill the beast

Went though a bunch of situations leading me to dead

ends

But I kept the microphone with me just like my best

friend

After lots of bullshit I sat back home

And said "Fuck it" Im'a do this shit all on my own

Got a strong team behind and we went the independent

route

Stepped my lyrics up while my competitors are stepping

out

Of my way cuz I'm here to stay paving the way every

fucking syllable

ThatI say, I'mma make my way to my dying day Im'a be

okay

I've been booed at and taunted and hated through all

this

I've kept my fucking head up now it me that they be

wanting

I've earned this I worked to fucking hard to tell me

otherwise

I've made a fucking movement yo I'm not like all these

other guys

I was born for this fuck what all the hater said

Any talk about me being fake has now been laid to rest

Took the long road making it eventually

So fuck a mixtape this is me fulfilling destiny

Mirrors on the ceiling (on the ceiling) the pink

champagne on ice (champagne on ice)

And she said, “We are all just prisoners here, (just

prisoners here) of our own device (Of our own device)."

In the master’s chambers, (In the master’s chambers)

they gather for the feast (they gather for the feast)

They stab it with they’re Steely knives (They stabbed

it with they're Steely knives)

But they just can’t kill the beast (just can’t kill the

beast)

Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t

kill the beast

(Yeah, its Chris Webby They can't stop me)

Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t

kill the beast

(I work too hard for this shit. Too damn hard)

Just can’t kill the, just can’t kill the, just can’t

kill the beast

(Let me tell you bout it real quick.)

They stab it with their Steely knives but they just

can’t kill the beast