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Bobby said, "Fuck spending fifty on a whip, buy equip"

Mental flip, he got a thousand tracks stored on a chip

Said he had mad toys to make noise

He split and separate drums like asteroids

The concerned producer sampled this question

Hit him with the beat for the answer with extra compression

My sound travel, it quickly grab you

And equalize the pitch up, until it have you

Bugged out, tryna think you can match this

The portraits are too graphic

Panoramic view for you, stamp Wu

The beats are Gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic

We roadblocked it, checkpoints on your next joint

Now who the nigga you anoint?

700 volts on the track to slay

Murderous wordplay displayed from killing cascades

Throwing bullets in the air to test wind

Which way the cyclone spin? Counter or clockwise?

Still civilized

Kill spies on the wall as still flies, all dies

Give no extension on the lynching

It's tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned

It's the aura that's felt that causes one to flash his gun

And reveal how he really feel, confirmed

He'll never live after the show

See the promoter for the dough I'm taking, breaking his wax

Throwing my shit on to perform the selection from the Swarm

Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy Monday

My ninjas lay in ravines and ditches underneath shrubs and leaves

They breathed through underwater reefs

The enemy walks above, Clan remains subterraned in mud

Off shore banks, tanks approach the location

Bombarded by the circle of death formation

Telecom lines are sniped from these low altitude strikes

Shattering bulletproof helmets with shrapnel fragments of cell

Inhale these venomous thoughts that I propel

Through the north facility, the city must suffer

At the hand of the Chief's command, volts are sent

At three minute intervals the heat intenses

Deadening the power from electrical fences

Defences are down, shake a nigga up

Bounce him off the sound

You know what I'm saying?

The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris

We talk about sex, money and drugs

(Ruled by power) And y'all cats don't know

What it's about (Love and power)

It goes deeper than what you see on TV

Killah Priest, come onBurning desire, ebony eyes

Painted toenails, legacies die

Women by the well, Egyptian queens

Arabian sheiks paid to knock off rich kings for the joy some sing

Graveyards filled with scarlet widows

Who stabbed they husbands sleeping on silk pillows

Blood on they robes, disguised as beggar in cheap wool clothes

Lambs and wolves in black hoods pull out they gats

Like magic wands, casting spells, sending niggas to Hell

Trapping they souls in realms

Baptize them with Holy Water

Springing on the heads of plenty witches' daughters

Interviews with the richest reporters, silent nights over Nevada

A thousand Muslims bow before the Kaaba

Hebrews flee to the hills of Masada

For the love of God, guns make a loud sound

I'mma show you how thugs get down

Shootouts, bullets turn into bloodhounds and hunt you down

Cursed nation, lost generation

X-Files found them in the future as cosmic rulers

Fallen angels from space intruders

Dying saints, blood spilled on the floor like wet paint

See it in the pictures, read it like the lost scriptures

Absorb it with your 100 proof liquorI shot the sheriff and the deputy secondly

Threatening the lives of those who threaten me

Lessening my chances of defeat by predetermining the victory

As taught by Sun Tzu in the chapter, after the third one

I heard my word shall be born, regardless to anything or anyone

Or else I die by the gun, my life has just begun

Thought I was living all along, but I was wrong

This long road I have to travel in countless battles

These filthy snakes with poison fangs and rattles

Kings, queens and pharaohs change to cattle

Unable to duck the Devil's arrow

Singing that his eye's on the sparrow, mind narrow

Superstitions, horoscopes and tarots

'Hark Heralds Angels' and Christmas carols

Graven images hang from the mantels

Man-made slaves in modern day Babel

Brought from Africa in golden robes and sandals

By wicked thieves and vandals

Who manhandled us with leather whips and burning candles

And rambled through our castle, leaving niggas shambles

Stole our golden sodas like some Arab camels

We gazed, amazed and baffled as he loaded his ammo

Into the barrel and blasted out our bone marrow

We were the Gretel and the Hansel, tricked by this wicked jackal

Children of my grand-old-daddy have me

In mind when they're lost in this wilderness blind

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