Kublai Khan (Instr.)

God hates me, never keep my banger on safety

My mother raised me alone, you can't break me

My hearts pumpin' the blood of Royce Gracie

My thoughts dumpin' the slug and point straightly

You rhyme 'fakely', you still scarred

I'm studying deep thoughts like Bill Mahr

I'm real raw, we just dumbin' it out

And y'all ain't sayin' nothin' with a gun in yo mouth

That's what I'm about, but Vinnie Paz go deeper

Y'all still under the spell of dose ether

The Grim Reaper, its all nature

And every word from Allah is on paper

We all hate ya, we can't stand you

Chapter 8, verse 3, book of Daniel

You like a candle, you just burn

You never worship Allah, you can't learn

Chemical space ships, see dust splits, hit from the Matrix

Pig Destroyer, Anakis kiss, splatter your patriots

Make coast stops, injectin' my pockets with Votox

Laytex bitches be chokin' on cock like Blow-Pops

My flows hot, my glocks like a popular friend

Sniffin' Oxy-Cotton, we rock till the popular says

Merciful fate, we at the gates, I hurt you for cake

Cause Red Planets like a Shit Magnet, it counters with Jay

Digital cuffs, runnin' from the D's and the fuzz

Gut you out, rock Gas Mask, bleedin' and stuff

Into the void like blue velvet, goons and clerics

New synthetic designer jewels for moods in deserts

In heaven and earth, barcodes to measure my girth

That's like the J.D.L. joinin' the zoo relation for turf

Birth of the solar, we did so, write for the cobra

God texts me, and we all stand with iced out clothes

Check it.. yo.. yo

Now where it be's like, niggas wanna stay tight, I stay right

Face fight, get your weak, split, shit then I spit

Most accurate, Flex writin' back a bit

Range on the side of it Yo I'm tryin' to get a lot of it

I rock that exotic shit, spit the hottest shit

Yo trial, might get the same time ya ought a get

Death before dishonor shit, gangster persona shit

Jedi Mind, 2-5 is who I'm probably with

When I'm tryin' to score the third, its who I holler with

Yo hood, its my project, exchange objects

Yo guns for my teks, yo range for my lex

Q.B. to Philly, we control sets

I stay splurgin', heads stay wrapped in Turbans

Tighter than a Virgin of Ford Excursion, nigga

So how you figure that we don't be reppin'

Hoes sell weapons in the Dodge Intrepid, nigga

Yo Stoupe, what up baby, what's good

Jedi Mind, the gracious, 2-5 collabo

Gangsta global

They dropping bombs and shit