[Verse]:
Two millenniums after Christ
God sent Bless to mash cause you lames wasn't actin' right
It's a fact I'm nice
When son grab the mic I'll rap like a young Rakim with Pun's appetite
I'm past the hype
f** cash and ice
Ain't the gangsta type but ran some heists
Bringin' rap back despite what ba*tards like
Till they shut my casket tight and I'm burnin' in the my afterlife
You can say I took bad advice, I am
A product of my environment, here's where I stand
I ain't for the jockin' n***as aura
Or the skinny Prada's n***a's rockin' this is Sodom and Gomorrah
This has gotten outta order
I was rockin' with the Slaughter
I'm the one no one thought of, now they got me on the corner
I am not playin' possum, don't get caught up
I got Glocks and I'll pop 'em
I'm Pica**o when I draw 'em, wanna spot?
Though I got some supporters I ain't poppin' as an artist
But, that'll stop when I drop what's in my storage
I am, still vibin' and dodgin' like Ali boxin'
These haters is hot and ally ally oxen
I will karate chop em and box 'em
And box 'em next to where ever Hoffa's body is rottin'
How could, anybody knock him?
Nino's a one man, Slaughter don't gotta be on the album
Thanks to Joe, don't wanna be Amalgam
I choke necks, holla with the right amount son
I never beef so just count son out
I be makin' headlines like that Mouse on mouse
Get it?
sh**'s embedded, born with a plot to win
Throw 2Pacalypse in to wash my sins
Spit hotness with every ounce of oxygen
I make the top tens in the thermometer burst right out the top of it
n***as say they wanted Lyrical Murder, I'm here
With the one shot k**, but the guns co*ked still
Pop steel cause you co*ks don't want me to pop still
Know you'd rather see me hurtin' like Johnny Knoxville
Do you hear me? I am how the block feels
I am real hip hop so I'm on the block still
My stock builds with each tape that I leak
For those that doubt still you only made me a beast
Cheese!
Take a pic, I'm the face of the streets
Now frame it, I'm ghetto famous, Ebay for cheap
I am fiendin' to eat, but not tastin' defeat
I am the fresh air Shyne breathe the day he's released
One of the best out, rappin' with sk**s
If I die when I'm done, I be the Latin Big L
Damn, cause when you dead they appreciate you a lot more
Cause ain't no reason to hate you so your stock soar
For that, I don't need to pop off, f** it
For the way that I flow this ain't got no justice
Your knees are numb and you're limpin' on a lot of your tracks
The reaper comin' I caught another body on wax
Murder!