Word up, word up, niggas down the way got garbage, word up, two for fives niggas got garbage down the way, word up
I go off on this with Illuminati priests that sleep on cots inside the Vatican The confidential record we've written but try to seal off A predatorial pope with an alter boy he can feel Or givin' you Catholicism A spiritual type of contradiction This is narcissistic the prophecy's finally manifested Through my mannerisms the majesty of this apathy The track was appetizin' antagonizin' protagonist Protection through perplexity Politic'n with Parliament Funkadelic a relic regardless of any reservations Convolution was the resolution for this revolution It's delusion givin' confusion that's never fabricated Ashes from the blunt tumble inside a book of revelations Kick it then rip it then give it a flip bet I kill it they feel it the realest alive I'm cunnin' felonious lines, they give in their rhymes Suggestin' these niggas is livin' a lie, I think that's a crime That shit I despise, I'm takin' the venom inside of my mind Then I'm placin' it right on the page The shit that I'm writin' should leave you amazed I'm turnin' the people to fiends And I've had a vision, I spit and you see in a dream I definitely run for the cream In the 36 chambers of death 'til we run out of breath But honestly I might digress With the way that I'm movin', refusin' to rest You can mark up the beats like a family crest If the beat was a person I know I'd for certain Brand all of my lyrics on top of their chest With stab wounds for your arteries Stories that got corroborated by cooperators That suffer from lack of concentration But it's complicated responsibilities obligated Rules and regulations I'm delegating concurrently I'm runnin' in yo pockets and confiscatin' your currency Compromisin' position no war is written Condition vindictive is my rendition With censorship and resistance With a pen I stay consistent But if you need some convincin' I'm eatin' the beat alive And I'm only leavin' you parts of it Pardon this bipartisan Grill that shit like it's artisan The proclamation that like a river My flow is steady streamin' Liquid Swords like I'm the GZA This nigga's a fuckin' genius But you're never comin' in between that though When I rip that mic, just to kill that show Just to backtrack on black cap with a backpack full of wack raps I'll attack that if they got a fat sack tryna get that mothafuckin fast cash Never gotta worry 'bout a backlash But we had a bad car crash and was runnin' from the cops But the sign said stop and the lights turned red Got my foot up on the gas, nigga full speed ahead 'Til the bitch broke down in the middle of a 4-way intersection My plans been intercepted Regrettin' mistakes in the mornin' like where the contraceptive I can't change your mind you were cuckold to what I'm conjurin' Every line is a classic like Leonardo da Vinci Created a work of art comparable to Mona Lisa Usin' my lyrics as brushstrokes, I let you hear the features Comin' off as pessimistic whenever soundin' facetious Veni, Vidi, Vici I'm supplyin' to the masses Serenade with violins Then devour it like Leviathan Your hand stuck in a mandolin While dismantling manikins Usin' bodies for canvasses Shootin' sprees for your local campus A crazy-ass nigga runnin' rampant Heard they want it sign sealed delivered Motherfucker I'm the one who stamped it I roll a blunt just to deal with stress An insecure motherfucker let me get that off my chest And my sanity's disappeared I'll probably never see that bitch again Until it all ends Bumpin' Wu-Tang Clan with a Monk from XiolinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
