Hour of Chaos

Better get to stepping this is ocean 11

I holster the weapon im getting even closer to heaven

Im both the devil and the reverend, got me rolling a 7

Every single flick of the wrist is what you don’t wanna mention

You stole the invention, im finna give it back to the culture

The maggots and vultures all over dead bodies, im moses

Im parting the ocean, im floating til the family in morion

I never sit and hope for the moment. i open and close it

And then i got it for a small price, in my drink all ice

Suiting up for war, through the fog of a long night

Swearing on the bible, that my rival got a low survival

Rate & now he dead up on arrival, he aint got no vitals

Get the bottles, foot upon the throttle like i won the latto

Vato you dont get the motto then you get the hollow

Suicidal, been a while since i talked like this

Im still wearing all black like a dark knight flick

Money come money go, so i can never take it slow

Cause you could never kn

When they coming to ya block being colder than snow, better get you a pole, & you dont wanna fold

And money go money come, I know my cause of death might be the lash of my tongue

Thats why i keep me a blade & think about a gun & say fuck everyone

I aint going out dumb, pussy dare you to run

I was born in the hour of chaos, no silence a seance,

The loudest of rage, bound to announce who we prey on,

The foulest of grave diggaz, pronounced everyday armed,

Chains on, they so glow in the dark I can slay Tron,

In them hollow ditches, with both ya mama sister and model bitches,

Lot of writtens, implying riots a bunch of violent business,

I envision the modern Dahmer I sit inside the prison,

I’m the cynic, sinister mind with the melancholy in this,

Therapy session, staring in fear of depression,

Prepared for the lesson, cranium can declare as a weapon,

I’m airing a tech in the stadium, America’s death is,

A careful investment, no family or heiresses left it’s,

Embarrassing wreckage, the unholy Terror’s a menace,

To mankind, despise I’m still walking the land I,

Got smarter, I can’t lie the slaughter is satisfying,

Pan fried, this beat ain’t talk this wild in some damn time,

Money come money go, so i can never take it slow

Cause you could never kn

When they coming to ya block being colder than snow, better get you a pole, & you dont wanna fold

And money go money come, I know my cause of death might be the lash of my tongue

Thats why i keep me a blade & think about a gun & say fuck everyone

I aint going out dumb, pussy dare you to run