[Verse]:
Two millenniums after Christ
God sent Bless to mash cause you lames wasn't actin' right
It's a fact I'm nice
When son grab the mic I'll rap like a young Rakim with Pun's appetite
I'm past the hype
Fuck cash and ice
Ain't the gangsta type but ran some heists
Bringin' rap back despite what bastards like
Till they shut my casket tight and I'm burnin' in the my afterlife
You can say I took bad advice, I am
A product of my environment, here's where I stand
I ain't for the jockin' n***as aura
Or the skinny Prada's n***a's rockin' this is Sodom and Gomorrah
This has gotten outta order
I was rockin' with the Slaughter
I'm the one no one thought of, now they got me on the corner
I am not playin' possum, don't get caught up
I got Glocks and I'll pop 'em
I'm Picasso when I draw 'em, wanna spot?
Though I got some supporters I ain't poppin' as an artist
But, that'll stop when I drop what's in my storage
I am, still vibin' and dodgin' like Ali boxin'
These haters is hot and ally ally oxen
I will karate chop em and box 'em
And box 'em next to where ever Hoffa's body is rottin'
How could, anybody knock him?
Nino's a one man, Slaughter don't gotta be on the album
Thanks to Joe, don't wanna be Amalgam
I choke necks, holla with the right amount son
I never beef so just count son out
I be makin' headlines like that Mouse on mouse
Get it?
Shit's embedded, born with a plot to win
Throw 2Pacalypse in to wash my sins
Spit hotness with every ounce of oxygen
I make the top tens in the thermometer burst right out the top of it
N***as say they wanted Lyrical Murder, I'm here
With the one shot kill, but the guns cocked still
Pop steel cause you cocks don't want me to pop still
Know you'd rather see me hurtin' like Johnny Knoxville
Do you hear me? I am how the block feels
I am real hip hop so I'm on the block still
My stock builds with each tape that I leak
For those that doubt still you only made me a beast
Cheese!
Take a pic, I'm the face of the streets
Now frame it, I'm ghetto famous, Ebay for cheap
I am fiendin' to eat, but not tastin' defeat
I am the fresh air Shyne breathe the day he's released
One of the best out, rappin' with skills
If I die when I'm done, I be the Latin Big L
Damn, cause when you dead they appreciate you a lot more
Cause ain't no reason to hate you so your stock soar
For that, I don't need to pop off, fuck it
For the way that I flow this ain't got no justice
Your knees are numb and you're limpin' on a lot of your tracks
The reaper comin' I caught another body on wax
Murder!