Stabbin' raw beats diggin in ya brains meet
Rhymes cyphers stiffer than concrete
Suckas move feets once the guns wanna greet
Ya styles incomplete obsolete the weak
Sitting at the peak over rappers who speak
Dirt on my name.no shame to make a fourfive flame
Ya games over better pray to Jehovah
Im burning the bush like moses roses
Are red just like the bloodshed
Of the dead covering from the lamspreads
There goes my daily bread let the jams spread
Covering all nations heads watch it behead
Sinister to sinisters don't call me mister
Call me doctor the rap grand master minister
Droppin' punches that'll **** ya thrill ya
To flows that move Like Joe Lewis true with this
A diamond certified lyricist rhymes dipped in the purist forms drawin' storms
From my brain that cold warms warns
To all others quick to smother blades
Rust from the bloods that drip from the smoted ******
Of the human flesh i can attest the best
Wars is won without a sword being lifted
See the paradigms shifted darkness gifted
Raising my fist begins a payback reminisce
A moment of silence for all those warriors who died over carnal knowledge



I saw an angel holding three faceless carcasses
Watched my brain catch a spark to it blew it
Out like a wind to candles cant handle
This atmosphere pressure demonized prophets
Posing for money profits off of broken topics
Watch me top it rob it then spin it like a cobra sits
Waiting for my opponents to hit let the venom spit
Ceases the whole operation
Black plague a nation with no vaccination
See 'em facin' off with the shadowed men racin'
Pacin' off chosen time see me in the golden shrine
Wisdoms numbs the blind through simple lines
Yeah we taking it back stacks like Egyptians pyramids break off gigs
Split wigs to corrupted uniformed pigs
Say they heros but puttin' us in the funerals
Making morges richer stir up the pitcher
Waiting for the hornets nest stinging ya chest
Watch the pain manifest see nature do her best
Yes they thought they shoot me off
Matching skills that equates way pass a mill
I'm undercover black Elliot Ness hit the sess for a quick bless divine happiness
But deep inside it's filled with mad emptiness
Never put up a souls ransom it ends up much wickedness