they say what the ****
im smokin' about
im.still tryna hold up the clout
malcolm and martin left out
but the pieces are scattered
we like vultures to our own ****
cant built **** cuz we stuck on stupid
youth is far mislead
followin' this fake rappers
and everything read on the front of a newspapers head
line **** how could we get this far out of line
im seeing judahs from tokin' buddha
my consciousness
kept in covert harness
are you peepin' this?
ashes drop on enemies
believe me we all humans
and we gone die one day
just pray
that i dont use the ak
and slaughter another brother
**** i thiught we was cools but not everyone is cool
my peeps turn the other cheek
the strong or the weak?
who got it goin' on?
i wonder why i gotta christen the ****
and another sad song
is played at a funeral
my lyrics subliminal
turn maxis to minimals
yea im a problem child no smiles
straight serious
im lookin' to **** the ghetto birds
hoverin' the skies
fake *** ties led by the medias lies
wake up understand the plan
new world order os really old
the games been the same
things aint changed
blacks still slaves mexicans still slave
and somehow we still pave.
a way to happiness
my mind is bliss when i let the guns kiss
the temples the white house
leave em like celulite dimples
this is an anthem in a vintage phantom
throws ya guns up
and let the bullets reign
as hail mary sangs!!!

mass mayhem maker
political scheme taker
thoughts conjured in the
darkest nights
consider myself a black knights
flash lights of past memories
stay one up on my enemies
kick more *** than Michael Jai
keep the blunts rotatin
to open my third eye
brains never fried a spirit can never die
only transform into a mud atom
bones and flesh put to rest
i resend back up with the Most High
sky high dappin up with my homies
drinkin' ***** n Hawaiian Punch
in thugs mansion
ya cant even get drunk
**** satan i leave demons hesitant
automatic annihilation
no time for procrastination
i got kids to feed
empires to build
more to breed
block out wickedness
with my mental shield
professor x'in it mystic
with my hits
fill up caskets like a necropolis
hook up for a qp in Minneapolis
back to my fantasy which is my reality
my second OG told me
to **** out the phonies
move like Confucius
deadly war general smooth criminal
**** these playa haters
Why yall mad at me
Why dont ya **** some ****
With me
Then ill blast yo ***
Back to space
Closed casket
Dont turn me into a *******