Grip the Mic like an ancient j**el/
In the sea of God's, I can peep the fool and he think he cool/
Words drag him to the depths, of the deepest pool/
I heat seek the cruel, with customized missiles/
Fired from the uniquest tool but when you speak you drool/
I'm the sh**, so you unworthy to seek or seat the stool/
See I'm mentally fortified and equipped with medicine to heal my brethren/
A legend and I-I know I'm a God not only cause of Farad but nights in a garage/
Battling with my physical, tearing down the facades/
En garde, get your weapons ready, En garde/
I'm very attracted to the macabre/
But does that make me less connected with god/
007 I hated using the klobb/
Im home alone so who moving the door knob/
Yo, I'm splifted or lifted from what the piff did/ This sick kid/ Don't invite this dude into ya picnic/
He tends to eat all the food and astronomically split wigs/
f** you and ya pick a n***a jig rig/
Roast pig smoking cigs, that sh** I dont dig/
See 360 kings and queens talking real sh**, like how this world is so big, and what the f** are we really teaching the kids
En garde young lord, Get your mind up
Yo is ya mind open yet?/ Maybe give it a sec/ Maybe give it a month/ For now sit back while I wreck/
Scattered remains of brains blown in ancient Tibet/
Send the mind on a trip connect the dots, kismet/
Iron thrones only hold regret/
Cause you stay dry and your soldiers wet/
Not a gambler but I'd have to bet/
Between god, I and money/
n***as put cash over the rest, those three options turn to you when you blessed/
With the knowledge and power that guides you-you in the flesh/ God is you in the flesh/
Those lost third eye will find you to the nest/
My freedom misconstrued as unscrupulousness/
Who are you to destest/
f** boy run up and catch two to the chest/
No guns just ALLAH now you in duress/
Rear naked choke make the breathing supress/
You are f**ing with the best/
I might cap one like Elliot Ness, k** or be k**ed that's the test/ These are laws of nature that I confess