Video Have No Fear de Alec Payne 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Alec Payne - Have No Fear Lyrics

Verse 1:
I can't relax/ won't be the same till I relapse/
Eyes black like color contacts/ yeah, I'm back/
Lose and on the attack/ I'm back/
Betta get ya family quick and hide/
Cause I'm comin' up quick from behind/ machetes and cyanide/
Ain't playin' shit fair/ I ain't very nice/
How you gonna stop a man who murdered himself twice?/
I get off by playin' the bad guy/
Jumppin' off the roof screamin' "I can fly"/ faggot my brains fried/
That's why I believe I'm livin' in Shanghai/
Ain't allowed in an elevator since I performed a Ray Rice/
A tad bight Psycho?/ you way right/
Doin' drugs everyday, every night/ movin' weight like it's work/
I'm goin' bezserk/ get the money and splurge/ in other words/
Money and drugs cover up the hurt/ two middle fingers up/
"fuck you" with two bullets to the shirt/

Chours:
The time is near/ I can feel it/ It's almost here/
Waitin' to start my damn career/ movin' forword/
Not lookin' toward the rear/ Yeah the flow is weird/
Ready to get it started/ I have no fear [X2]

Verse 2:
With all this shit in my sight/ It's takin' all my might/
Not to flip out in real life/ so I channel my spite through the mic/
Comin' through your speakers like a poltergeist/ lyrical ware fair/
It's over kill/ blessin' you with my skill/ I'm over nice/
A cocky prick/ oh I'm so polite/
Only comin' up to muthafuckin' shoulder height/
Tryin' to show me which road is right/
Polishin' up the flow so it's so divine/
Polishin' up the rhyme so it's always right/ always high/
You could see me floatin' in the sky/ no DUI/
Yeah, I'm barely scrappin' by/ so I, kill em wit that syllable shit/
Drill em with a re-fallible clip/ you are here with the minimal shit/
It's a miracle for me to be this lyrical/
Still you treat me like a common criminal/ I tell it how it is and you tell me it's subliminal?/ fuck I care 'bout honor roll?/
Fuck I swear you get a pot of gold everytime I swear/
Fuckin' gossipin' over what I wear?/ fucking time is near/
Chours:
The time is near/ I can feel it/ It's almost here/
Waitin; to start my damn career/ movin' forword/
Not lookin' toward the rear/ Yeah the flow is weird/
Ready to get it started/ I have no fear [X2]

Verse 3:
Under a hex/ reading religious text/
So sick, I think Ima need a vet/ body under the bed/
Fucked in the head/ when I step in, brin' the dread/
Muthafuckas crawl back into bed/
Case so big they callin' the feds/ guess/
I'm under the influence of meds/ takin' weed to the chest/
Obsessed with bein' the best/ so stressed/
So please put this shit in context/
Cause, I'm trying to wipe out all of your doubt/
Recording in my closet looking for a break out/
Not lookin' for a hand out/ what I gotta do?/ shout/
Walk around, piss, moan, and pout?/
Oh sorry, I'm I to fuckin' loud?/ fuck a smile I wear a frown/
Sport two horns and a thorn crown/ I'm hell bound/
So what the hell you gonna do now?/
Balls so big each testicle weights about a fuckin' pound/
So keep my name out your mouth/ or I'll see you around/