Yo I can't believe this beat is so gutta sisters to brothers
Wake up and smell the colors flavors life savers
I'm giving ya something to believe in receiving poetry
Pass the celestial seas swimming on my thoughts
No longer could be brought sins waged for destiny
They tried to threaten me with my judged penalty
But I got my own will see Crowley do what thou wilt
Feel no guilt stitches pain and love together blanket
Quilt feel like I'm walking on stilts slim muscle built
I was made a soldier street savage havoc to enemy
Pains a general wickedness is a just Sargeant
Garden of Eden snakes comfort the grass smash gas
Exit the earth away from the mass get a pass into
The beautiful view of stars ain't no **** curfew
Amongst the cosmos Atlantis meteor man
Yes I can understand to fans throw hunnid grands
Millions of hands reaching out for a economy route
Escape pain through materialism I'm give em rhythm
To bounce on but they rather remain vagabonds dons
Sitting numbers ones best fights held no fist raised
See the evil leaders getting praised people phased
By checks and **** giving up they life for this ****
I live by the book of the dead spread bloodshed
Against false knowledge loan out bills over college  
Secrecy democracy ignorant as the hood mentality
Can you point the hypocrisy I keep it tipsy Henny
Pepsi stepped to me I'll show ya a new divinity
Feminity turning back to her ways mother nature
Sways these days I check the weather no delays
Sunny days giving since Bills been giving living
In the afterlife while I'm on earth I seeked my birth
Tighten up like Drells yo I'm still waking up in Hell!?? Well?


Still stirring up the hornets nest invest o yes
Wisdom of sess caught a Solomons bless
Goetias seventy two gave me many views **** the news
I crushed the blues once I caught up with the green light
Diamonds in the kite sky high all out ready to die
Hypnotized by siren eyes sigh to screams dreams
Often misunderstood cities a jacket projects a hood
We all under one good gods grace face amazing race
Giving wicked taste reality chase let the skills paste
On the back ya mind axe to ya like the Shine rewind
Sixty horrors eye of Horus no chorus haters bore us
Mad cuz they ain't phasing us in guns we trust
Naw I rather let the mental clips bust lust
For for war gets Americas off at the same time
They making us soft million dollar lofts trotted
As a hippie yo when will the **** ever end sins
Allowed shallow can't talk about the real or get killed
Shakespeare books as a souvenir kept me sharp
As a spear adhere civilians sticking to fear cousins
Of deaths til my last breath I'm ordering my steps
Payment of freedom Malcolm meditating sitcoms
Window pane eutopia AK ready for the blast away say

Peace to the powers, that love to devour,
Powdered like flour,
Thoughts of rain, thoughts of sane,
Now they wanna mix like Tory Lanes,
But things ain't the same,
Kids ain't kids, tryna push em,
To an adult bid,
See me, I saw the light, no candles or wind pressure that ran through,
My temple, to gather a few,
Pieces of wisdom, left as a manuscript,
I think it was Psalms,
Illuminated palms, now I'm settin' off bombs like Saddam,
Baghdad cursed, off the illegal land grab, too many knives, that stabbed,
They way in, now scales is to heavy to weigh in,
Justice must be really blind,
They lock the innocent up,
And the evilness, seems to shine,
TVs, ruined in our society,
Went from verbal communication,
To speakin' through technology,
No apology, the families,
Ain't even got no more trees,
The branches is gone, all is wrong,
All I'm tryna do is, make a new song,




Went from photographs of ******,
To the Holocaust, painted pictures,
They act like slavery wasn't real,
Four hunnid, years with no appeal,
And they wonder still,  why we pack the steel,
In the hour of chaos,
I'm public enemy, I am the remedy, to the infested disease, please,
Don't fall for these, fake conscious woke society, quietly,
They be eyin' me, put a sty to the pyramid, the top is poison,
Carefully choose my position,
Linked up with good ambitions,
Check my puzzle, I'm stenclin,
Displayin', over ya brain,
The graphics is sane, grew out my mane, latter day Moses,
we got Guns and Roses,
Sweet child o mine, looking at my son, like yeah this is mine,
Sippin' on Ballontine, to ease my mind, thinkin', of how to get ahead, but they keep me behind,