[Sample]
"You ever notice how in the Bible whenever God wanted to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a k**ing, he sent an angel
D'ya ever wonder what a creature like that must be like? The whole existence spent praising your God but always with one wing dipped in blood
Would you ever really want to see an angel?"
[Verse 1]
Juggler Bean rap journalism broadcast
Ed Begley on the mic
Flacko burning 'em
Socrates shooting up
Under 3 Avens like a dope fiend
Cutting edge microphone sledgehammer through your smokescreen
Combat wing tips, steel toes n bottoms
Sterling Silverado, jacked the lotto
Stagecoach shifts sands in the hourgla**
Sponsored by Movado
Break bread, Remy on the rise
Eyes blood-shot red like tomatoes
Adjust gears
Hold 'em Whitney to Britney Spears
Back to back rap suffocate careers and shed no tears
Celebrate a new millennium every day cause one day to me is equal to a thousand of y'all years
Relax in virtual backdrops, pack lots and digital crack spots
Big brother biometric snapshots
Tried to shun God, used a stun card to zap cops
Program hardware raw black tops
5 mics from cyber critics with Macs and laptops
Amen to these pop crackers in fact I'm blacker than average n***a
Cross pigmentation of America, go figure
Cultural snipers squeeze the trigger and respect credit where it's due my wigger
Swinging the flight with vigour, heart get bigger from every hand to hand rigger
Plus nasty with gun play, f**in' a supermodel, stickin' a designer for his fashions on the runway
Spin MCs
23 degrees, 6 days a week rest on the Sabbath resume work on a Sunday
Multi-million dollar street beggar
Panhandlin' from the local corner bodega
Got the game sewn from alpha to omega
Never run a number 5 like Lou Bega
Sell tax and collect cheques from bootleggers
We do it after dark
Lamppost flood their juiced up park cable
Project signs for the projects
n***a lookin' sweet on the screen like Clark Gable
Rollin' with prime crime elements, highly unstable
Hydrogen tell helium to tell oxygen to save my seat at the periodic table
Like the wind before the storm, Flightpope Ro set to blow
Rules cite divine master, eye circumference, let 'em know
It's the wind before the storm, Flightpope Ro here to show
Who cites divine, most intelligence God blow for blow
The wind before the storm, Flightpope Ro set to blow
Rules cite divine master, eye circumference, let 'em know
It's the wind before the storm, Flightpope Ro here to show
Who cites divine, most intelligence Godblow for blow
[Verse 2]
Yo, these pencilnecks be spittin' silly rhymes
Allegedly livin' in the big willy times
So most you n******gs are showin' me early milli vanilli signs
We can praise God, past ammunition for the Mac, milli 9s
Go to war for real like ancient Israelites fightin' and smitin' the Philistines
Cumulatin' body count on the radio playlist
Just another major label plagiarist
Puppet string infringement, materialist strictly copy written flavour sh** spinnin' on the laser disc
Train the mainstream to my voice like puppies enjoy bones
Live in a Plexiglas castle and throw toy stones
Stop it through your manufactured tough boy zones
Sweet cookie cutter rap, the a**embly line camp employ clones
Against my team, that's like Mini-Me versus Roy Jones
Rather create a cathartic, autistic, fantastic sh**
Seek separation via synthesis through the smartest, sarcastic wit
Stays to the jungle, nothin' figures tussle and fight
Take flight by day, nocturnal monsters hunt and hustle all night
More than most, grow the mo' superlative adjectives sh**tin' on this industry using my M.I.C. like a laxative
Iron will and strong nerves
Big dick for thong curves, gettin' brain from RnB song birds
Buffalo soldiers never cliquing with the wrong herds
Candy bong nerds and choke n******gs with long words
Ask that hussey I kept to stroking, [?]
Jewels droppin' like confetti, Glocks poppin' like RockSteady
Lead weapons like Zeppelin, no half steppin' on the stairway to heaven
Rep it from the jail tears, to the eddy in the Serengeti
Dashiki's and baggy jeans saggin'
Smoking Puff the Magic Dragon
Jump the turnstile, rockin' on my own bandwagon
Manifest destiny and native people blood spiller
Protector of the truth or just another petty thug k**er
40 to a brick in '96, become a bigger fiend, stay addicted to nicotine and now who the real drug dealer, motherf**er