they want me dead

send shots at my head

i leave em red

like my face tat

reality flows from my tongue

suckas can’t face that

falling from the sky

brace for impact

baptized as a child

still brought to the temple

for the sacrifice

i’ll slit yo throat

blood on the floor

i lick it up before you multiply

kali ma underneath the pen cap

create worlds with the flick of my wrist

incept perception and accept the lessons learned

press the issue and impress the few

except for those who cant know

the best is yet to come for those who stay true

my skin is black and blue like vishnu

my pants red wear socks and sandals not shoes

pop fools with my glock who talk rude

i can’t stop dropping facts, bodies, and tunes

since in the womb and eating gerber life food

you tryna talk but i would rather fight you

shirt in your mouth i’m doing surgery

the truth hurts, pain in your nerves might make you bite through

at night i write songs that playful and serious

if you hear this shit you are experiencing a light

that you can see with your ears

and if tears fall i catch em all

fill up a cup and throw it right back

i write rap as if i’m fighting a mob back

with nothing but my fists breaking bones on contact

feed my people ‘til we all fat

crush a melon head between the nuts hanging freely inside my ballsack

gut check a mother fucker on sight

at the bar aint talking klondike

but i would do anything

the game wrapped around my finger like it’s a wedding ring

i load the chamber up with emotion and i let it sing

you don’t know shit about where i been bro

you talking like you right here looking through the window

lay you down on the stone and get to swiping with the knife like i’m tryna lock you out of your iphone

i let you die slow

divine fire that burn sin and fill the ocean

it churn with a fervence when i murder shit

when i was born they put that fine powder on my head made of saffron mixed with lime and the turmeric

red