The Death of One Man Is a Tragedy, the Death of 10,000 Is a Statistic

On the island of Guam

I had an out of the body experience

Immediately the lights began whirling

In a counter-clockwise direction

Everything around me was brilliant light

And all of a sudden, I heard my name inside

He said "Julius, Julius my son

I have called you at a very

Special time in your life

You will help me close the

World in your generation" yeah, One two

Jedi Mind forever and all that

Enemy of Mankind

Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that

Stoupe hermano, I love you papa aight

What up pana it's that time

Thеy run they tongue dry so we usеd to

Run your bitch through a tutu if we choose to

I play wit' it, don't play wit' me aight

They be thrown in my way

Gotta tell 'em I'm good-bye

They make us villains

I try to be the good guy

Knife's sticky, guns need to be clean right

Hands black, don't worry how I jam that

(Don't worry 'bout that)

Just know, grenades might blow

Your boys only blow in the precinct

Don't get exposed for acting indecent

Should be against the law

In school they used to teach it

At the house we been

Preachin' don't tattle tell

Rhymes would go to hell

But hell always waitin'

This ain't news to us we

Live from the basement

Don't bother 'less you want

A fuckin' facelift

This ain't Facebook or GTA, you get wasted

Off the wall like designs of Dior

Spent my whole life on the

Wrong side of the law

You should be careful of what's on

The other side of the door

I move like a OG, both sides of Allah

And I ride myself

Ain't nobody holdin' me back

And I hope somebody froggy, I will overreact

'83 in Venezuela I am holdin' a MAC

That mean that every single one

Of Vinnie soldiers is strapped when we move

Muhfuckers reinforcin' the ground

Turn this pussy into glue

If he horsin' around

Is you comin', is you going, is you lost

Is you found?

Philosophy of Illumination sorcery found

Ain't no Mr nice Guy

Ain't gon' be collaboratin'

Have a bunch of muhfuckers

Clappin' like you graduatin'

(ta ta ta ta ta)

Broke muhfuckers still rhymin' for blunts

Now everybody gon' bleed it's that

Time of the month, pussy

And the psychiatrist heard about this

And he wanted to find out what was going on

So I told him my experience

Of course to his? mind, I was off my rocker

In a few hours, they'd come and?

They grabbed me, put me in a straight jacket

Locked me up