Iconoclasts

It's the desert eaz toter

The 'ghan smoker not close to mediocre

The Black Cobra 9 loader

Damage your lungs put you closer to Jehovah

Witness this outrage sharper than blades

Appointments with my AK to doctor your face

I ain't trying to loose the buckle when I reach for the waist

What's the problem ain't a thing to turn the human to waste

Stay in your place or catch the bayonet in your face

Outer space with this method, kevlar chested

Return of the motherless child mind infected

Tales from the crypt like Russell Jones ressurescted

Deathwish stepkid dirty as the septic

My cyclone poem, fix the roof of the Superdome

You crash your plane to my building, just tryna get on

And it's a vein, cold rain, write my words in propane

Keep the, heat in store, like the stoves in Maytag

Carry more blades than grass in your yard, grab your rake

I'm original, man on the take, burn to the shake

Roll and blow, the soul of pharoahs out the blood bank

The Wu-Fam armory, my beats got bodies

Know the roll you in the grave with the tip of a shotty

Pasidena lobby, bullet holes from robbery, probably

Veins made of cobblestone, bitches go home wobbly

Capture life like photographs, double stuff hash

Pure mid-serious grim, with verbal whiplash

From the fetus to the overseer, I bleed it

Nigga, you'll climb a Crystal Mountain, just to try to go see it

My life is a movie script, John Singleton reading

The blood flow like magma, hotter than traps in Eden

Send shockwaves like circles from objects dropped in lakes

I spray phrases, til the brain can't operate

Discombobulate, the populate, Texas Chainsaw locker grip

Cardinal robe, Wu symbol conglomerate

Team would rather fall than be spit in the face

Jesus asked God when I'm dropping my next tape

Nigga, Bronze colored disc, razor blade shape

End endurance, niggas is rap at spitting raps

Get back to whatever ya'll was doing before that

It ain't working for you, no one's even heard of you

Tried to get ya grams up, wound up with your hands up

I'm a bonafied hustler, slash M.C

The first on the stroll, and the last to leave

I ain't rich, so the streets is my blueprint

And it just so happens, I can translate it in music

Roll a dutch as long as a pool stick

And make sure everybody down for this movement

Niggas is apple pies, soft as coolwhip

And Detroit cats be the last niggas to fool with

Throw a rose down inside my grave, massage my dead brain

With oils of the soil, inside the dirt I bathe

Unclaimed as a slave, with the heart of Virginia

Unsigned for light years, now it's pitch black, my nigga

Fearing the legend, the reverend, predicted the cold night

Black ski mask, yo, I'm the cross in your sights

I climb the hill of the ill with a concrete sword

And roam my hood, yo, as the hero of the world

Pass me the dutch, I'll fill it up

I wrote this rhyme in the corner, like I was a dunce

If I, told ya twice, I told ya once

That's word to the China man that sold you fronts

You be number nine, I did not stutter

The sun is my dad, the moon is my mother

Look dude, there is no other

Like the Three Wisemen, that came from Persia

To bless Je-sus, peace to Baby Jesus

I'm becoming a Buddha, this is my thesis

I am the chosen, I've walked on water that wasn't frozen

And you can talk shit, but look at your lip, now it's busted

Sorta like burgundy, bubbling custard

I don't wanna discuss it

I'm on another level, come on, man, look at my mustard

That's Grey Poupon, what planet you on

You wanna take my oil, I show you my rocket

You wanna take my chain, I'll break ya eye socket

Kamikaze, you can't stop this

Divine wind, I'm climbing

To reach, higher states, your drowning

Sitting on the same corner, frowning

This is L.X.G., microphone clowning