I come from a land where the apex
Of man evolves back to ape necks every eight sec's
Tecs have fetishes for bullet hole gape s*x
Latex is placed on trigger hands when finger-f**king we leave no finger prints
Shit my n***a caught a close range close quarters closed casket
I'm haunted by the questions his ghost asking
When your toast blasting
I wanna see a violing his throat slashing
Wanna see you ride with a devout passion
Revoke passes use acid when provoked soak masses
I wanna see you go out in gunsmoke spazzing
In a go-for-broke fashion
Make him choke from the blood in the throat gasping
Grasp a icepick and slowly poke gashes
Make him cough up puss when you quote classics
I want bodies flying like planes and boat crashes
Cracking jokes while my spirit float past him
I feel you that's just what I aim to do
On your life before I squeeze I'ma tell him that I came for you
I'm still in the mood to show and prove that the crown don't move
Exceed sick n***a
If it ain't six figures disfigure's permanent
Terminate whether 16's or click-blickers
Spit triggers a sick psychosis
My focus 90% Geico-ish - my eyes on that money n***a
The game too docile this hostel the beats
My gospel the streets f**k around you a fossil beneath
Spit a virus too hostile to treat
Finding survivors is like Bedrock break pads n***a impossible feat
And a lotta new niggas can't stand me
I hear the hate that they hand me
Like "He ain't that amazing flow-wise"
But learn one thing
Only two ways that a p***y could earn it's wings
They don't make Allways in yo size
My story's the pain that last underneath scars
Brokeback I'll rob vending machines if I want Heath bars
You speak delirium my flow equilibrium peak's imperial
Now plus this eagle equals 'Here he come - be wearisome'
I'm still in the mood to show and prove that the crown don't move
Long as the economy remain stagnant aim Magnums
At you pain magnets scatter his brain fragments
At a distance forensics just ain't bagging him
It's Chi ritual it's habitual when I empty every mag in 'em
My city don't sleep it's eyes got heavy bags in'em
Fiends dodgin coppers for copper and spitters want platinum
The term 'pig' is an acronym - pussies itching with guns
Scared of every n***a with a tilted or backwards brim
It's dirty job season niggas ain't got no prob squeezin
Find yo head missing for some odd reason
Freeze and bow when you in the lord's presence
Speaking of blessings - when I spit it it's hard to address it like God sneezin
Lord help us niggas hungry and can't afford shelters
We only cut the deck with the sword dealt us
Nice but at times I wish that more felt us
So f**k it I'm trigger-aimin too
Shit my kids need food and I came for you
