All these sucka MCs I can't afford'em You know I just let the Lord go an sort'em I got y'all contortin' and consortin' With the Devil to give me Hell You can't tell that my sword fell The fallen angel down there he dwell Got it from Michael, the last half is Kyle That's Hebrew for victorious For Him I am fervorous 'n'
Mother ******' Furious
The world's situation is serious Y'all straight out of it delirious Overtaken in sin You're way too curious Where the hell do I begin To let you know how to win Against the Ego, deal the blow Of submission, help you win That is my mission, this is a confession
Let's start this session
Begin the lesson Don't be stressin', soon you'll be bestin' And bullet-proof vestin' through the wild west son No need for the Smith n Wesson got a killer kush gun You put on the Raiment of truth that protects one's Youth; That's innocence,
Make sense?
https://youtu.be/1PUlXX5xuTE?t=25
Breaks in the poem correspond with the breaks in the instrumental.