June Marx - He Without Sin lyrics

[Verse 1] Too many will ignore The Prophecy The Marx sharper than archery For odyssey I'm like the blueprint of a robbing spree Raised in Kanasi, Brooklyn is a part of me Though i pump the Third World through my artery And honestly, I'm not the type to conversate No need to conquer hate I just burn weed and contemplate Karma awaits, off to the fate of the Fallen Son Breathing through the harshest slum Season of the Marxman has begun I'm deceasing all these fraudulents and crums Prepare for the genocide It's best to hide Appaling craft bars and express them live My style will surpa** yours when the flesh subsides And I stand alone, on a damaged throne Home located underground like a catacomb Smack a clone Replicate my status I elevate the ma**es and deficate on rappers [Hook] I paint a picture of the world that you might not like From what i write, don't believe the hype I paint a picture of the world that you might not like But this is life, this can't be right I paint a picture of the world that you might not like From day and night, from sound to sound I paint a picture of the world that you might not like From what i write, from what i write [Verse 2] And now we got paranoia, mind altering d** The sound of the euphoric state to prolong the buzz I go strong and budge into my position deserved Sick with the word, explicit absurd This kid is disturbed Still he emerged from the toxic waste But got to hide his face and disguise him from despising snakes My mind escapes, the treasure lies in observation My aura shines like the Gemini Constellation The best is born, gaurded like The Pentagon In present form, i rep whatever ground I'm stepping on The weapons on I discipline my actions, the ignorant outlasting I'm militant in fashion Brazilian attacking, civilians I'm slashing I'm surfed like an a**a**in, Brazilian Magnum And I craft the text, lead you to the path of d**h Surpa** the flesh, write until nothing but ash is left