Created tracks matchmaking ravenous love to the warfare

Blood-splattered mud painted a path straight back to the shore where the sacred date christened the strip attrition for the torn pair

Morning air mechanically warm, but raises shivers at the safe living it forbears

Dara cache spit capital division to tap-tap all of the mineral ore there

Tried to raze the village to silt, missed extinction by a horse hair

Bullets sing, pulling violent strings, drone metal chords blare

Maya Lin isn't chiseling radical, militant names: Red Force Scare

The black granite glistens more the less innocence the imperial course spares

Stamp stuck in the shape of the king's crest

Land is split up and hands, till it ‘til it brings death

Head bandits kissing the ring's gems

Peripheral winds whipping up a new past

Stand next to metropolitan killers with moot facts

They’ll never expect us to shoot back

Don't be surprised if we shoot back, they’ll never expect us to shoot back

Don't be surprised if we shoot back, they’ll never expect me to shoot back, bitch

Hell's drums, boots on the ground

Bombs fell, used to the sound

Build it up, tore it down

Then they hung a noose on the town

Hell's drums, boots on the ground

Bombs fell, used to the sound

Build it up, tore it down

Lemme tie a noose on the crown

Uh

Yeah

Bars like bioluminescence

The biggest side request in my checklist is next check's been invested

I'd double-back if I were you to listen to these records reflecting the message just to set the whole

Just another black man caught up in a hold, I could never fold

Simple things, I propose

Pour into these songs, my emotions never show

Heavy lows, the people carrying but never let the damage show

A bandage for a cold, it ain't nothing like being cold

I can't deny, it's a lot of people you know that's prolly stripping your soul

The temperature's getting low, uh

You never know

Scatter like roaches, I'm strapped with a staff like Moses

Cash focus, carry a one on the last notice

Pass over the fatal left 'til the glass broken

The racks held in a stash then broke the latch open

Hanging from coat hangers in anguish, smoke with the ghost you hang with

Riddles spoken in broken language

Uh

It's borderline poor care, snap my fingers like Thanos and put a fork in 'em

No tend to care fair, it's the Lord pimpin'

You saw it different, pull a penalty flag

I'm underground cause the industry sad, not cause I have to

I pass through and withstand like the Liberty Statue and suave

Come with the sweetest touch to the taboo

The pen in shambles, I'm in your hair like shampoo

Darkest in the room, tell a **** to get a candle

The stick glow in the dark, got the rubber grip on the handle, ****

I need percentages, the road I chose is evident, like Larry Holmes

Come pigeon-toed, like speech impediments

And never listen to shit they spinning, they so irrelevant

My shit is elegant (On God, ****)

Move your hand claps from old capsules

Soul snatches slow as molasses, love and compassion

Holding the gun, look at their minds 'fore you blast 'em

Running from the bullets, not knowing you chasing caskets

Difference between the first to lose and win the fastest is when the jav' hits

Uh, rose petals, cold blow sniffing gold barrel

Blow before you choke up on that bone marrow

I chose rebels cause **** stoop lower level

Sauce is popping from your blood vessels, yeah, yeah

Ah, man