The thunder clap, I gave 'em a wig, it’s not an accident
The throne of Baphomet is the opposite of a sacrament
These shots is accurate, they the size of a baby aspirin
I got a couple akhis that’s movin' and Mabelin
The blacked-out Maxima, carrying packs of packaging
Provide a fraction, it gets bloody where the coagulate (datata)
I’m the lord, I’m like the Patriarch of the Capulet
The Jinn here, nothing is saving you, not an amulet
Everybody g’wan gt hit like I’m an anatomist
I’m not a pacifist, I got lots of yaps in the cabinet
Th murder graduate and that tough talk was the catalyst (datata)
Motherfuckers need opposition, I’m the antagonist
The school for catching homis, the top of the class graduate
The pain is passionate and the mazes are too elaborate
The bodies piled up in a layer, they like a laminate
Munafiqun be everywhere and they a contaminate!
Yeah!
E’rybody better get low, I’m about to let the TEC blow
We was moving from the get-go, motherfucker 'cause I said so!
Said so… Get low, I’m about to let the TEC blow
We was moving from the get-go, motherfucker 'cause I said so!
Said so…
The .38 Special is on me, and this a testimony like India Arie
The House of Moët Chandon is the Dom P, them words mean nothing you singing
them off-key
You was given dawah and you mocked it, you chose a path contrary to the Prophet
I’m fightin' a holy war in the mental, Nebuchadnezzar destroyed the Temple
Not slapping you: a thing I regret, this is Xinjiang pay five fingers of death
It’s green in my hand like I’m drinking the Becks, I be looking for a
motherfucking reason to flex
You know that Rasheed Wallace gonna be in the lane, it’s like Candyman for
anyone repeating my name
You ain’t never had a memorable line, I be draped like Eddie in Remember the
Time, stupid!
E’rybody better get low, I’m about to let the TEC blow
We was moving from the get-go, motherfucker 'cause I said so!
Said so… Get low, I’m about to let the TEC blow
We was moving from the get-go, motherfucker 'cause I said so!
Said so…
