The truth is being cast aside We’ve been dooped into a vast mirage I’m a cross between master fon and a astronaut Murderous appetite, war games and transit cops Virginal sacrifice, coronage of panic gods Father of abomination like Mansons pops Blood ceremony homie, make sure the daggers sharp Pocket down briefcase, exchange cash sharks Diamonds and golden guns, smashing you with hands of bronze Rappin calm with the cameras on Trapped between tetragramaton Babylon I’m 1000 horse power when the magnum bombs With more than enough fire power to splatter yall It puts a shootout at the Grimy Awards, I spent 90 in court I took the murder and deprive assault Beat the case, roll the dice and I walk Like a forty deuce Hebrew played the corner of a mic when I talk ILL BILL
Posted on: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 00:26:32 +0000