Artist: The Reverend William Burk Album: Insurrection Song: No Regrets Typed by: King Kane [Intro: The Reverend William Burk] Gotta make it through Comin' through, gotta carry on Word is bond One, two, yo [The Reverend William Burk] Understand the style the brother bringin' from the get go I only flow for the killa beats, beats my people love in the streets Beats that y'all remember till you decease Beats that make you wanna grab your piece and lick shots at the police Beats that bring the hottest heat, fiery, scorcherous Rapper blood drippin' from my teeth, check the ferociousness Rollin' through, dirty deep, the way that soldiers is We nightmares, so don't sleep, you feelin' hopelessness Yo, I'm approachin' this with the mentality of a scarred animal Who's in the corner during a ferocious battle when I'm tryin' to get a handle, but it's hard Because I gotta fight to get my album out I gotta fight to make the crowd shout I gotta fight to make y'all understand just what I'm talkin' 'bout Gotta fight myself just to overcome this damn doubt I'm lost in the wilderness, tryin' to find the right route Before it's "Lights out!", ay yo, good night now [Chorus x2: The Reverend William Burk] Strugglin' for progress, searchin' for the success Those on top tryina keep me down with the rest But I swear until I exhale my last breath, I'mma represent to the fullest With no regrets [The Reverend William Burk] I put my heart into my every rhyme, I put my soul into my every line I put my name behind it every time, Burk Divine My mind's a weapon, sendin' you directly to heaven With fatal shot injections, 'Cause every (gem/jam)'s a lesson Meant to be my profession, the truth is my protection Along with Smith and Wesson, the Desert Eagle method 'Cause nowadays it's hectic, I try to teach on record But ignorance embedded inside a brother's mind (?) won't let it, but I don't ever sweata I just hold a Beretta, she wants to shoot, I let her 'Cause I don't ever hold back on these savage barbarians My nine will eat the beef, sham vegetarian I try to be a good Samaritan, but as soon as you try to test A brother like me, I'm crazy as Marylin, hip hop is my medicine I told the priest that I'm a killer acting fashion Stay out my section, I leave you in depression [Chorus] [The Reverend William Burk] I've been doin' this for quite a while, you wanna see me fail now? Let me spell it out for ya, N-E-V-E-R Stop tryina defy the force, comin' from the purest source I'mma hear the crowd's roars, and the loud applause At the next awards, scorched like a blowtorch With speeds of a Porsche, rhyme wars, brother actin' hardcore But they ain't, they paid for (sites?) wearin' camouflage Rollin' with an entourage, thinkin' that they really hard What's the odds that every brother who talks it actually walks it They turn it on and off like faucets, it's so insultin' to my peoples They sorry, A.L., they tryina stop us from excelling Yo, like what the hell