Day of the Dead

Death, it's life's only guarantee

We ready

Yeah

Ice cold, never folded under pressure

Hit blocks, I make the base stop unfold from the treasure

From out the valley of dry bones in the desert

The tool a corner? .4-5 chrome and it's leather

Some serious endeavours, I played with weights and measures

Got Fisher picture the cheddar, now they're scriptures to the letter

Better than bricks of wet, it's that real Tony and Hector

Live and direct and straight to a specific sector

Room over Becca to leave room in the Tesla

This for my ones treated lesser left with no shepherds

I'm servin' men, ain't no fuckin' homoerectus

Known stuck in my zone, you can throw a bone to the jesters

Chosen, we ain't for purchase, ahki, I'mma let it curse us

Right in the hood where they legal search us in hearses

Purse snatchers in churches, rat turd and bird shit

Right wings? inside, he told they that they ain't worth shit

Got a pot to sever they heads 'til they nerves twitch

Hit 'em with words in these verses and they disperse quick

KGR, virgin baby, this is Young Curtis

Pass it aside, he went out to rob with his arm jerkin'

These metaphors of that raw, purer than nine virgins

Palm tree beach dime piece in the purgers, get 'em

Front on the god, you get dumped off