Four suspects on Grand Rapids southeast side.

So far, police have no motive or no suspects.

Grand Rapids police are looking for the people responsible.

It's domain.

the realm of the unknown.

That's his whole nag.

I'm the great rap.

It's going to happen.

It's bullets flying backwards through the trenches and missing his ass.

Inside lies a coffin of ashes here.

Rashes the solar plexus.

Impossible to change the rectus.

Mention one cause when no exit.

I'm leaving the tree.

information just from your brainstem above the mason aimlessly penetrating awaiting inauguration

Alive with your soul making more sparks than mufflers scraping.

Be hit with the fury of souls dragging niggas on my heat.

Every time the gun blows, I wonder how many think they can budge metal understanding under acid rain.

My grains on the thunder, you become a part of this.

Submerge, bullet surge, now a dull metallic herb.

In the air, that's my word.

Try to block it with your hands, we fly through the phalanges.

It blasts off the trail to be part of the understanding.

Cramming more powder in my limitless shell.

So I'll be louder than hell.

Making my vessel pale.

Diaphragm muscle inhale.

Choose life or death.

Choose ignorance or wisdom through my struggle cleft.

Find dirt or find clouds.

Who my hidden shell is shrouded with the force of snow plows and the scare of pit riles.

I won't budge.

A slug with absolute striking ability And tranquility Can't stop a bullet named destiny I'm the silence, the singular, the plural It can now destroy

We'll be right back.

Organize the first electrode in size.

Revise the flow of air.

Direct current.

Foam cones is the merchant.

Oxygen dispersed it.

I violently jump up and down.

Rings of sound waves surround.

Heaven bound.

Infamous spirit.

Influential.

Don't come near it.

Shatter ear bones to three zones.

Meticulously.

Peace out.

Two more nicks, it doubles in size.

Acoustic boosted your sense of hearing and looped it.

Your ears is in trouble.

Current flow double.

Immovable.

Powerful.

Crush moving you.

Yeah.

Immovable.

See, you don't even understand this right here.

Immovable.

going nowhere.

Stone statue standing straight up.

Ain't going nowhere.

Check my birthday.

through the knowledge on that, which means I'm a bullet in hip-hop.

I'm dragging everybody with me.

Getting dropped off.

I'm flying through.

Bird, you motherfuckers got to get that knowledge.

Check the rhyme.

I'm a speaker.

Killing everybody.

Going back through time.

Hip hop.

That is and

You motherfuckers better get serious.

It's a new thousand year period.

Yeah.

Peace.

Buh.

Congrats.

is all far from over.

Since we've seen each other,

and you'll respond.

Prevention of ascension, lyrically hesitant submission.

The wackest lines that you regret and written visions and mental missions.

Got a nigga waiting.

hip-hop religion risen 55th and shines million winning with you

We'll see you next time.

the unknown meditates near the deadly interior of iniquity.

Black-hooded Jews destroy venomous fluids that carry salt and bite the enemy with

The jaws of a diamond back, cut him out immortally.

We release tracks to cut off circulation like he was sacked.

Circulatory drops out of whack from my nuclear-style attack.

My vague premises hold down the full.

The whimsical doomsday microphone is slashing opponents with a caliber.

Click.

That plucked in the habit.

Results are tragic.

I'm in the avid TV cascade.

My tongue break, masculine style like at Rancho's.

Outro Music

resolution through IVs and drag my victory on a chariot after my triumph like a Spillies.

Cold snow grips my feet.

Toes nerve and he's wishing for heat.

Traveling on Nike.

Walking a silent beat.

So unsweet.

Four worlds collide, wants and needs subside.

Trying to live our life and be it.

Who's alive?

Coincide.

to eat hunger just don't confide with my wishes hunger for bitches hunger for riches don't know

human hunger for careers of dishes per hour no money no power you didn't pursue your

dreams you sold yourself out, you coward.

I wanna own the Sears Tower.

Buy out Eddie Bauer.

Selling button-up shirts.

Hawaiian.

With the flowers.

Dreams ain't the same thing.

In every man's ring.

Own a house in Beijing.

Well fed in a warm bed.

Nestled up in Jackson.

and pin the hindsight of the holy control the opposite parolee saint or sinner if a

Between dinner and the spirits Confused, body bruised and used Let the fuse under my desire

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

We'll be right back.

negative public opinions half an feel my visions immortal resident was written

Yeah.

I blaze electromagnetic phonetic.

My grip is like pathogens.

My cells multiplying your cycle of the cadmium rhythm.

Molested zip code, number two pencil execution.

Crossing four back, no mad lungs, sucking up nitrogen.

Perpendicular error of conspiracy and the unknown.

I sharpened my erection, I harpooned at the empiric bone.

warlord, invulnerable to the bodily state of alarm, digesting napalm, descended but I'm in rotten from the sun god, I travel at the

Thank you.

We'll be right back.

judges in the halls of Osiris to read the book of the dead and spread an immortal white cell virus.

from the 22nd dynasty within.

Strongest Teutonic Knights in the hypnotic northern region.

Medea the sorceress couldn't put the gold dragon asleep.

to do the province of Central Romania.

Every time I creep, cracks to the stratified columnar manifested by

Bomb the sun.

Then I rise.

Like Niko said it is.

We'll take meters per second squared on our axis.

Fuck a yellow jacket.

Get swarmed, think what metal needs is a pure left Snap, pubic bone via dark crevices like crackheads writing hazardous

Uniform and hieroglyphical biblical scriptures that have my throne.

Thunderstorm it from the dome and foam fuck from the dome.

I draw on earth and recreate Noah's Ark.

Spark from the cutaneous brain tissue.

Verse will storm as you back the top and slice Jesus.

This is umbilical.

No escape from this treacherousness.

I walk the court of earth with bloody spit.

Breathing primity mist.

A third wish from the Jesus.

Can't reduce my verbal cramp, no administration.

Jaws like patches and hummingbirds on my grates.

Fatal lacerations, prophesizing.

By the sevens.

So fuck raising hell.

This nigga low as heaven.

Word.

Petit Petit.