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 in a war, walkin' through shootouts
And you doubt God exists, hard fists Be poundin' on your head jackhammers You're trapped in the drama, you hear the laughter Seconds that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out
Your nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out just a few scars when the beating ends The streets let ya again But evil men, will be on the receiving end
Of Universal Law, I'm callin' on the and the poor To fight and never forfeit the day you have to go to war With forces that are armed upon the seven continental A mental fortress is to absorb this
My sword 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 inside of
To laugh at this revelation, 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 full of pit bulls to be
Or to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin Which trap the in to sell such a Sing-Sing I bring Grym tidings, your wave all not exciting riding the dick, start writin' your own shit
'Cause I stick figures, they they fat and can't rap wind blast I make 'em Slim Fast, lookin' like figures I'm all that, I bag at concerts and shows Get more panties than hoes that boost Secret clothes
Foes is tagged like ex-foes at the coroner's Kids with feet rise and fall like the barometer Grym mentally chop your career See, is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears
Escape outta your ducts, every time you my name You better 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 blunts dipped in
Rotate your like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty spirals Feet resembles description from the Bible Water-walker, immune to all physical Pull out fast in a Porsche a double-crosser
My penis rise up in the morning a Phoenix And blast iron cells a low blooded 'nemic The imperial venereal MC's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the
Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen Magnavox Grabs thought Doctor Octopus war like the grandson of Kush I'm devil's heads on a evergreen bush
sorceresses, bitches get exhausted Pussy be drippin', like leaky faucets Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like wipers While I'm Piper's, changin' my son's shitty-ass diapers
Dime piece trapped in sync like many piece You get stampeded by the A rap dast' tracks black like Chow Yun Fat forces get their eardrums flat
Common denominator, I swing the mic saber Vader He was by the interpreatation made from a traitor MC's get their blown, trounced off my fistbone Choked my death, every time they break a wishbone
Eventually, I knew the whole world mention me Potentially, I have the key to G's MC's breeze on my tracks, I the root with the trees Killa bees rapid like diseases
See it's, like the comin' of Jesus, of Nazareth Be fabulous, the dead crowd up like Lazarus vocabulary attacks be beautiful Acoustical we provoke, it comes out musically dope
Niggaz they just can't cope They're here, bustin' out the head fire and smoke Loc I blast in circuits like General Monk-Monk was Turkish My science is divided into your central nervous
Pervert area peep this murder I'm boxed-in, hologram tits, inhalin' oxygen Parallel world of niggas and sea shells mix I pierce my dick and sword right through you
I'm hell bomb, wrapped in trees of palm existence is descendants of Allah I travel at high rates, weaker men are either migrate or get burnt to the stake
I feed off light beams of amphetamine My terminology is panatomic like Crazy el loco, gas niggaz Sunoco 'em like Presto, Blast in your chest bone
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, niggaz rubbin' off my style a ointment in the Sahara, From trial and error Confused with 3 meals for Sister
Bearer, digestin' in abundance the dead is not known to return from the dungeons