I got stress on my brain causes chest pains Inside the best frames, ghetto blood clots is scored by slug And spots, well, if you're too poor to move out Or get a new house, it's like livin' in a war, walkin' shootouts
And you God exists, when hard fists Be poundin' on your head like You're trapped in the drama, you hear the laughter Seconds after that you out, you're played out, you're laid out
Your heart nearly gave out, you're that you made out With just a few scars the beating ends The streets let ya again But evil men, soon be on the receiving end
Of Universal Law, I'm callin' on the and the poor To back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders A fortress is essentials to absorb this
My sword the human orb until it orbits In the art of war kids see Grym be morbid pieces of the lost civilization in the past Had my photographs etched of pyramids
To laugh at this revelation, without 365 of concentration And twenty-four hour meditation, be foolishly pagan I'm ancient as 'Amen', see I stay fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken
Or to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin Which trap the in to sell such a Sing-Sing I bring Grym tidings, tidal your all not exciting Stop riding the dick, start writin' own shit
'Cause I stick figures, they think they fat and can't rap wind I make 'em Fast, lookin' like stick figures I'm all that, I bag at concerts and shows Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria clothes
is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's Kids with cold feet rise and fall the barometer Grym will mentally chop career See, shit is locked here, like penitentiary blocks in tears
outta your ducts, every time you hear my name You duck fate or catch a fuckin' face full of duct tape You get smacked a trick that sniffed off her money Then smoked like Rzarector with the dipped in honey
Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty resembles Christ's description from the Bible Water-walker, immune to all physical Pull out fast in a Porsche a double-crosser
My rise up in the morning like a Phoenix And blast iron cells into a low 'nemic The imperial venereal get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the material
Unorthodox paradox, my shit is wide-screen Magnavox Grabs thought Doctor Octopus war like the grandson of Kush I'm hangin' heads on a evergreen bush
Sugar-frosted sorceresses, get exhausted lips be drippin', like leaky faucets Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like wipers While I'm guzzlin' Piper's, my son's shitty-ass diapers
Dime piece trapped in sync like many time You get by the wildabeast A rap dast' tracks black like Chow Yun Fat forces get their eardrums flat
Common denominator, I the mic saber like Vader He was fooled by the interpreatation from a traitor MC's get their wigs blown, trounced off my Choked my death, every time they break a wishbone
Eventually, I knew the whole would mention me Potentially, I have the key to G's MC's on my tracks, I rock the root with the trees Killa spread rapid like diseases
See it's, like the comin' of Jesus, of Nazareth Be fabulous, raise the dead up like Lazarus Hazardous vocabulary attacks be Acoustical notes we provoke, it out musically dope
realize they just can't cope They're here, bustin' out the head resembles and smoke Loc I blast watts in circuits like Monk-Monk was Turkish My science is divided into your central nervous
Pervert area codes this murder I'm boxed-in, hologram 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 descendants of I travel at high rates, men are primates That migrate or get burnt to the stake
I off lyrical light beams of amphetamine My terminology is like lobotomy Crazy el loco, gas niggaz like Flush 'em like Presto, Blast in your chest
I raise from the shore, Sodom and Gomorrah With traction, flashin' a drive Ford Explorer While mucus lies within the of the Rubik's The roots of the induced the enzymes inside your nucleus
Turmoil boilin' appointed, rubbin' off my style like a ointment in the Sahara, From trial and error Confused with 3 meals for Sara
Bearer, digestin' in abundance Because the dead is not known to from the dungeons