Megatraun is a Martian, feeding off weed and cash I dash from my ship in the Roswell crash You smash when you bash with the clashing ox Saw you in half without a fucking magical box Wet pussy always seems to splash my cock I'm dead, they just didn't leave the casket locked Pass my block I let shots drill in your spleen We ill marines with hand held killing machines Steal dreams with the armored steel, guard your grill Nigga, I was brought up by the Kents in Smallville Following Allah's will, harboring the skill Caught up in the real, don't give me cause to kill Nocturnal, I stroll where the darkness goes If I had to follow the moon across the globe With the staff and white robe, I still hold metal Disciples who walk on glass and rose petals
[Hook: Tragedy Khadafi & Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
Yo, last rites, we fast to blast twice Jedi Mind 252 we mad nice We smash mics, and blast too precise Fast 40 days and pray for 40 nights
[Verse 2: Ikon the Verbal Hologram[
Yo, I'm savage, I write rhymes in pitch blackness Any motherfucker that front, is left backless Y'all motherfuckers just burn into ashes Trying to step into the zone where Vinnie Paz is Black Sabbath Put a slug in his grill Because Jedi Mind two five thugging for real You ever think there might be trouble then peel Because a motherfucker like me dumping to kill Y'all better pass the mic cause Vin's ill Y'all learn the Facts Of Life from Kim Fields I don't know how many kids my flow harms My gun control leaves y'all with no arms Y'all ever smell the stench of dead bodies? Left in the path of the Paz and Khadafi 5'9", tatted up, mad stocky Animal thug who bust slugs in the lobby
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[Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi]
I hit the turnpike on dirtbike with 2 heaters On my way to Philly to fight for Mumia Only thug guerillas will react to this The laws try to destroy black activists Half of y'all is performers and actresses I keep at least a 100 grand in the mattresses Shit so hot, soon as I write it I get indited I dare one y'all scared niggas to bite it I done stood in hood lobbies getting my rocks off With longjohns and 3 pairs of socks on Ducking from the pigs so I don't get knocked off Or popped off, and y'all thugs is soft That's why you're skirt get pulled up, clothes come off Red Dragons, can't even fuck with my brain pattern I'm all live, Pentium Plus and Benz wagon Maki, believe me it do ring bells If you saw me do dirt you won't live to tell I'd done lived in a cell, did bids in hell Held niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail
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