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7 Fires of Prophecy (feat. Tragedy Khadafi)

We minding my business and leave me yours alone

We talking about me your job is on the camera motherfucker

Hey look at this motherfucker right here in the back. Look. Look. Look at this motherfucker right here in the back

Look. Look at him uppercut. Look at the uppercut! Look at the uppercut! Look at the uppercut!

Look lo lo lo look at the uppercut right there! Hey! Hey, do the uppercut again! Do the uppercut again

"Is it good or bad?"

Terrible. Like the worst thing in the world

Hey it's a job, you know what I mean? And especially in America having a job is a blessing and doing something you love is a blessing even if the people are miscreants

Yeah you's a fucking wuss. You know what I mean? You couldn't last a day in my shoes

A lot of these cats I wish they'd just forget the address to the gym

You know everything is not for everybody. You don't see me going in motherfucking Wall Street picking up a fucking briefcase trying to type do you? Cause that's not what the fuck I do

I beat the fuck out of people. You know what I mean?

Slow.Slow down and recollect!

Flow is tsunami (Shunami?), bulletproof Bugatti

Arab Nazi spraying a semi out a Ferrari

Crash Maybach music, smash Aston Martins

Cops turned rappers, y'all niggas is targets!

Regardless, I'm the hardest to wannabe martyrs

Chest game weak, niggas need to move more smarter

Art of war is mastered, my thoughts be the realest

Military intelligence, hood under surveillance

Armed up like they got beef with the government

Hood shit, ghetto apostle, live covenant

Move like the niggas that's facing Capital Punishment

Jedi, Militant Minds is who I run with

Queens where the villains meet,

killas with illa heat

Lifers with blood in they eye, saying they feeling me

Naturally will only be me, one tragedy

Kuwait Majesty, stay tuned, witness the faculty

Come on lord don't make me load the pump

The Mossberg have you taking shots like the local drunk

My trigger finger itch like I ain't had a smoke in months

I land a left-right-left before you throw a punch. (Left, right left!)

I was sent from God in case Jehovah fronts

I'm the explorer in the Torah I was chosen once

Put you in the corner you a lonely dunce

I been rhyming since Phyllis Hyman and golden fronts (I'm from the crack era!)

And y'all don't wanna see the heat melt

The strap go click and I ain't talking bout a seat-belt

Y'all could never feel the pain that we felt

Pops died, watch my mother cry, think how she felt!

You in Me-he-co (Mexico), fuck around with federale

I ain't hard to find, look for the severed bodies

I come from a culture where we treasure Gotti

Sono Italiano, we ..., rebel Gotti!

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