(Madchild)
Yo, Iâ??m talking about temptations, things that run through your head,
Like I wonder what my friendâ??s girl friendâ??s like in bed,
Yo, I bet sometimes she thinks of me instead,
Greed, that has to do with more then ya need,
Sin, thatâ??s usually what temptation leads to,
Turning into an addiction and an instant take heat,
Feeding off your ego, cash, confusion and sex,
Thatâ??s why like every eight months you end up back with your ex,
For a couple of days youâ??ll never remember why it wasnâ??t meant to be,
Go your separate ways and think, I wonder what got into me?
Youâ??re done but then another eight months comes around eventually,
Vicious circle, Iâ??ve done some things that arenâ??t worth mentioning,
Temptations, made me do some things I regret,
Easy to fall into or hard to forget,
Used to put the blame on others but thatâ??s a bunch of nonsense,
Now I try to focus and just listen to my conscience.

(Girls laughing)

(Prevail)
Yo, Iâ??m talking about temptation and itâ??s relation to the human nation,
The obvious, money, drugs, sexual frustration,
How else can you explain public funding drain, the escalating murder rate and the climb to fame?
It makes men touch parts that are not meant to be,
It makes women clutch parts that are part of me,
So all that surface level service is the day to day,
An on going basis, in desire, in display,
The first sensation recognized by script,
We canâ??t detach ourselves from once we get into it,
And why would we? It feels better with the shadows close,
Comfortable feeling of comparing yours to overdose,
Sometimes innocent and other times consequential,
Nine out of the ten times but itâ??s purely confidential,
Harder to handle when you crewâ??s talking in your ear,
Until you learn to abstain it draws you near,

Temptations.

(Girls Laughing)