I got on my brain that causes chest pains the best frames, ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots And drug spots, well, if you're too poor to out Or get a new house, it's like livin' in a war, through shootouts
And you doubt God exists, when fists Be poundin' on your head like You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the Seconds after you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out
Your heart nearly gave out, lucky that you made out With just a few scars when the beating The let ya breathe again But evil men, soon be on the receiving end
Of Universal Law, I'm on the meek and the poor To fight and never forfeit the day you have to go to war With forces are armed upon the seven continental borders A mental fortress is essentials to this
My sword hits the human orb until it In the art of war kids see Reap be morbid Since pieces of the civilization in the past Had my photographs etched inside of
To laugh at this revelation, 365 days of concentration And twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly I'm as 'Amen', see I stay Grym Throwin' fools in in a pit of pit bulls to be shaken
Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and sin Which trap the in to sell such a Sing-Sing I bring Grym tidings, tidal wave all not exciting Stop riding the dick, start writin' your own
'Cause I stick figures, they think fat and can't rap wind blast I make 'em Slim Fast, like stick figures I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and Get more panties than that boost Victoria Secret clothes
Foes is tagged like toes at the coroner's Kids with cold feet and fall like the barometer Grym will mentally chop your See, shit is locked down here, like blocks in tears
Escape outta ducts, every time you hear my name You better duck fate or a fuckin' face full of duct tape You get smacked a trick that sniffed off her money Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in
Rotate your head a gyro, my hair grows in knotty spirals Feet Christ's description from the Bible Water-walker, immune to all physical Pull out fast in a upon a double-crosser
My rise up in the morning like a Phoenix And blast iron cells into a low 'nemic The imperial material's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the material
Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen Magnavox thought like Doctor Octopus 'Cause war like the of Kush I'm hangin' devil's on a evergreen bush
Sugar-frosted sorceresses, bitches get Pussy lips be drippin', leaky faucets Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like wipers While I'm guzzlin' Piper's, changin' my son's shitty-ass
Dime piece trapped in sync like many piece You get stampeded by the A rap dast' tracks black like Chow Yun Fat Oppositional get their eardrums flat
denominator, I swing the mic saber like Vader He was by the interpreatation made from a traitor MC's get wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone Choked from my death, time they break a wishbone
Eventually, I knew the whole world would me Potentially, I the key to make G's MC's breeze on my tracks, I rock the root with the Killa bees spread rapid diseases
See it's, like the comin' of Jesus, of Nazareth Be fabulous, the dead crowd up like Lazarus Hazardous attacks be beautiful Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically
Niggaz realize they just cope here, bustin' out the head resembles fire and smoke Loc I blast watts in circuits like General Monk-Monk was My science is divided deep your central nervous
Pervert codes peep this murder I'm boxed-in, hologram tits, inhalin' oxygen world of crab niggas and sea shells mix I my dick and sword right through you pelvics
I'm stricken bomb, wrapped in trees of palm Physical is descendants of Allah I travel at rates, weaker men are primates That either migrate or get burnt to the
I feed off lyrical light of amphetamine My terminology is panatomic lobotomy Crazy el loco, gas niggaz Sunoco Flush 'em like Presto, Blast in chest bone
I raise from the shore, like and Gomorrah With traction, flashin' a drive Ford Explorer While mucus within the center of the Rubik's The roots of the induced the enzymes inside your nucleus
Turmoil boilin' appointed, niggaz rubbin' off my style like a Lost in the Sahara, trial and error Confused with 3 for Sister Sara
Bearer, digestin' minerals in Because the dead is not known to return from the