I got stress on my brain that causes chest Inside the best frames, ghetto blood clots is scored by shots And drug spots, well, if you're too poor to out Or get a new house, it's like livin' in a war, walkin' shootouts
And you doubt God exists, when hard Be on your head like jackhammers trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter Seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, laid out
Your nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out With just a few when the beating ends The streets let ya again But evil men, will soon be on the end
Of Universal Law, I'm callin' on the and the poor To fight back and never forfeit the day you to go to war With forces that are armed upon the seven borders A mental fortress is essentials to this
My hits the human orb until it orbits In the art of war kids see Reap be morbid Since pieces of the civilization in the past Had my photographs etched of pyramids
To laugh at revelation, without 365 days of concentration And twenty-four meditation, would be foolishly pagan I'm ancient as 'Amen', see I Grym Throwin' fools in in a pit of pit bulls to be shaken
Or strapped to the of Hell and inner sin Which trap the sinners in to sell such a I bring Grym tidings, tidal wave all not exciting riding the dick, start writin' your own shit
'Cause I stick figures, they think fat and can't rap wind blast I 'em Slim Fast, lookin' like stick figures I'm all that, I bag chips at and shows Get panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes
is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's Kids with feet rise and fall like the barometer Grym will mentally chop career See, shit is down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears
Escape your ducts, every time you hear my name You better duck or catch a fuckin' face full of duct tape You get like a trick that sniffed off her money Then smoked like Rzarector the blunts dipped in honey
Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty Feet Christ's description from the Bible Water-walker, immune to all physical Pull out in a Porsche upon a double-crosser
My penis rise up in the morning like a And blast cells into a low blooded 'nemic The imperial material's MC's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the
Unorthodox paradox, my shit is wide-screen Magnavox Grabs thought Doctor Octopus 'Cause war the grandson of Kush I'm hangin' devil's heads on a evergreen
Sugar-frosted sorceresses, get exhausted Pussy lips be drippin', leaky faucets Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like windshield I'm guzzlin' Piper's, changin' my son's shitty-ass diapers
Dime piece trapped in sync many time piece You get stampeded by the A rap plus tracks black like Chow Yun Fat Oppositional forces get eardrums flat
denominator, I swing the mic saber like Vader He was fooled by the interpreatation made a traitor get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone Choked from my death, every time break a wishbone
Eventually, I the whole world would mention me Potentially, I the key to make G's MC's on my tracks, I rock the root with the trees Killa bees spread rapid diseases
See it's, the second comin' of Jesus, of Nazareth Be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like Hazardous attacks be beautiful Acoustical we provoke, it comes out musically dope
Niggaz realize they just cope They're here, out the head resembles fire and smoke Loc I blast in circuits like General Monk-Monk was Turkish My science is divided deep into your nervous
Pervert area codes this murder I'm boxed-in, suckin' tits, inhalin' oxygen Parallel world of niggas and sea shells mix I pierce my and sword right through you pelvics
I'm hell stricken bomb, wrapped in trees of Physical existence is of Allah I at high rates, weaker men are primates That either migrate or get to the stake
I off lyrical light beams of amphetamine My is panatomic like lobotomy el loco, gas niggaz like Sunoco Flush 'em like Presto, Blast in your chest
I raise from the shore, like and Gomorrah With traction, flashin' a drive Ford Explorer While mucus lies the center of the Rubik's The roots of the wine the enzymes inside your nucleus
Turmoil boilin' appointed, niggaz rubbin' off my style like a in the Sahara, From trial and error Confused with 3 meals for Sara
Bearer, digestin' in abundance Because the dead is not to return from the dungeons