murderess world wind of wit get the worse of I break it down bit by bit Yet, a nerve my graphics cause seizures you slur, and your memory blurs A sure
I used to follow my cousin, he was a buck too Y'all don't like how I'm living, well, fuck you I been a G since a little kid Sticking my head up into
a four block radius like a public prison Twenty-two year old, Dunn, ain't got a cup to piss in But he got a barrel gun and that's knuckle twitching
stand the heat like vultures Open ya wings, the soul of a King Song of a Queen, dawned with the wings Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im
had a sac Now crews down for it, your gas pedal floor it With ammo and artillery and stash spots to keep and store it I used the banner of a slant with
knocked It don't stop y'all and it just don't stop Dig it I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice This rebel stick your system like a cactus a
Still-a, standin', commandin' and demandin' From the get-go got the ghetto get a medal 'cause it's standin' I'm makin' a buck, they takin' a buck, the tax that attacks the world A system
maxin to the maximum to tracks a hum the wicks where the stacks are from inside the styles of a funky lyrical wiz what a miracle is get down to spiritual
no rest because your pests keep Killing little children like their speakers are worth a million Plus, it really is a bummer Someone tried to get me for a
To my wife? Get a life you son of a bitch" [Buddha Monk] Yo, start the attack with dirt up cats thats wack Wants to be a gun blazer but jacks the flavor
get when I'm tryin' Your spirits get inside of me, blindin' my mind I get stoned, like in asylum, I put a trap my mental Get a temper, turn all violent, put a
down baby, slow down baby Slow down baby yeah, slow down baby yeah Slow down baby, slow down baby Slow down baby, slow down baby Slow down baby, slow
back Or is that a hose? They siphonin' my spirit, man Got to attack Counter they blows with blocks In the name of all that is not wack Kick my motherfuckin system
death star chip in his eye had a glitch He had a flashback, a banging, rap sheets and track With a gift, the swift, the flux flex perplexed, the code
He'll infest your motherboard Cyberface Now he's got a grip He will strip away your flesh Alive yet dead A fiend obsessed He'll crash your system down
the nations Rule the world Enslave the people Drink messiahs blood Raging black auras Raging a storm Evil marauders Sphere of the dead a new system
[verse 1] The Black falling down, its goin down No subject matter, I dont hear it goin around Minds over matter , they don't mind cause We dont matter
metamorphosis of the justice system And I'm still the American dream Entered Juvenile Hall as a tadpole, hopped outta prison as a bull frog But I'm still
