Conejo - Antichrist Pt. II lyrics

[Introduction] Technology is based on answering one simple question, am I who I say I am Already fingerprints and IR scans verified pa**anger identities at airports Within 10 years that technology might be even more wide spread, and look for more complex facial recognition programs that scans a crowd of thousands looking for a single terrorist [Verse 1: Conejo] They call me BIG C-ROCK homie lets get this cake 25 chronic blunts, G Rabb got bank Another war, I'm the master of war There be hell to pay if the feds at my door Airbourne, I'm a suicide pilot Fight night, round 3 like them '92 riots Hit a lick though, and I came up quick Ese 2-4-7 sell rocks, still six Dark priest here to dig your grave, ese leave a puddle of blood in the Vatican's name Human skulls that could raid my castle 25 Tiny Loco, that's on d**h to blast you And tax you, that's how Conejo come at you Ese Rose Mary's baby, black ma** and a statue Ghetto birds, it's either horns or tail but they crash into a building at the side of my trail [Chorus] The Antichrist, he a demonical figure that deceive the population and secretly order us sinners He's within, ese the global elite, black robe just a win[?] He is so vile and extreme The Antichrist, he got a devious plan to possess the protocols and have the world in his hands It's not a question, he might go chip on the land Ese airline terror headed straight for your a** [Verse 2: Conejo] I own the night, they say I'm unholy With an addictive rush I rip through boldly She don't know me but she wanted to blow me Take her to the Mo' is what the homies told me Smelled the pigs, enemy at the gates Ese tryina' match the lyrics to a crime they can't break It's too late though, C-Loco escapes The streets feel my pain and put some dope in my vein I'm drugged up, and I won't give up Ese turn myself in, no defence I'm f**ed It's a trap holmes, I'ma cast away But that don't f**ing mean that you won't get sprayed But to the wise, don't let me come near your park, you scary motherf**ers, gang murders or stalk Get at me twisted and it's a waste of your life Ese blood baptism, this apocalypse now [Chorus] The Antichrist, he a demonical figure that deceive the population and secretly order us sinners He's within, ese the global elite, black robe just a win[?] He is so vile and extreme The Antichrist, he got a devious plan to possess the protocols and have the world in his hands It's not a question, he might go chip on the land Ese airline terror headed straight for your a** [Verse 3: Conejo] God save me, I think I'm Satan's baby Ese all up in my castle with a foxy lady Watch tower, the machinegun's ready, homie BIG C-O-N do it deadly and heavy Harpy's rider, Purple Haze the land with a message in his music and a master plan I'm from the storm, yes I'm a voodoo child From behind the scene I serve dope to the grail f** a smile, you get a sinistered grin Motherf**er hit a win when the crimes must in You begin, 3 coke reals and Hen, ese 2 P-Dogs, 3 acid hits sh** is fixed out in Pennsylvania, cause 25 a key is what they'll f**ing pay us Should I rob them, you know that cross my mind but they related to some peeps that got my back in the streets [Chorus] The Antichrist, he a demonical figure that deceive the population and secretly order us sinners He's within, ese the global elite, black robe just a win[?] He is so vile and extreme The Antichrist, he got a devious plan to possess the protocols and have the world in his hands It's not a question, he might go chip on the land Ese airline terror headed straight for your a**