Raised up the sword high, the mighty guy, standing with the third eyes,
Soldiers bleeding the skies, most can't see past the innocence of lies,
Posed up, I used to be held up, by griefs ambition, switched positions,
Once I gathered from gods listens, anointed to a christening, pitching,
Sweet nothings, no longer a glutton, to evilness, posed as happiness,
Y'all ain't feeling this, I know why, it's because the diamonds in the sky,
Held high, don't stare into the light, iight, I came with vegeance, and might,
Despite, what others write, banged on the medias hype, lay out my pipe,
Count the veins on site, seated like lightening, hitting the trees,
Split the ground, now witness these, meteor man godlike, tendencies,
More tunes for ya to jam, than Quincy, turn your big dreams, into Peebles,
Linked with the Rebel, feel like I'm on another level, gods vs devils,
Angels to demons, scheming from reality, to enter your dreaming, beaming,
A shaft of light, hovering over ya body, like a kite, go to bed in fresh whites,
Never sign over your rights, keep up ya fist fights, mean but polite,
Only to the flows,that ripples like flagpoles, twitch the earlobes, around the globe,
Yo, let's keep it popping, champagne bottles, from 20 dollar lottos, spot crows,
Once the murders is sewed, dodge the hate, activate, my inner God gates wait,  
For flood on the scene, to intervene, dialect native tongue, of the King and Queen,
Alien human being, lost my starship, once I crashed into Earth's residence,
The longer the distance, the longer the hesitance, pose Babe Ruth stance,
Looking at the moons, caught a light years zoomed, ahead slice the heads,
Everybody, looking at me dead, once I said, I ain't breaking no more bread,
Tapped phones from the feds, I keep a dummy in my bed instead,
I think twenty five years ahead, saw myself by myself, linked with wifey,
Upping my health, private stocks with wealth, country living in stealth,




Break out the chapstick, before I kiss, the second pair, of my girls lips,
Freaky is I, caress slowly then **** on her inner thighs, yeah I'm sly guy,
Why lie, let's keep it real for the lyrical ties, I keep ya eyes, baked to a fry,
I get a love jones, in my bones, reigning back on top of, hip hops throne,
Mack more than Jerome, lets get it on, til I see a crack in the horizon,
Moonshine glares, cold heart from these bears, witnesses Genesis,
Turned into exodus, folks still scented off the bloods mist, hard to digest,
Only stay true to the realist, true lyricist, 27 snipers taking shots, and they all miss,