Outro

Yo, ayo

My rhymes echo through the skulls of those who I have slaughtered

Travel farther for a moment, hold it, you can try and barter

Maybe get a loaf of bread, first let 'em hold the head

See if it's worth it for the merchants who done sold the dead

You find the grail? Choose if it's God or Satan

Tried by twelve, choose firing squad or hanging

In my mind I'm thinking we can try it fun

Did the executioners who tried to shoot me while I hung

Wrote this verse about an hour after that

Killed 'em all and celebrated, did the WAP and Cabbage Patch

Said I'm a running man, broadcast to kill survivors

Don't curse on the air, might anger the advertisers

I feel a way about the way the talent's overlooked

In favor of the uninspired verses and the soulless hooks

Certain things I probably should've never told the book

Probably why my inner child always gives me the coldest look

Every time I write a bar two dying stars collide

Only one to see it was a bum getting high outside

Paid no mind, I stuck the needle further in his thigh

The tracks took him to another place as he lay and died

My rhymes echo through the skulls of those who I have slaughtered

Travel farther for a moment, hold it, you can try and barter

Maybe get a loaf of bread, first let 'em hold the head

See if it's worth it for the merchants who done sold the dead

Did you find the grail? Choose if it's God or Satan

Tried by twelve, choose firing squad or hanging

In my mind I'm thinking we can try it fun

Did the executioners who tried to shoot me while I hung

You're the one who's guilty

The lawmakers, the politicians, the Columbian drug lords

All you who lobby against making drugs legal

Just like you did with alcohol during the prohibition

You're the one who's guilty

I mean, come on, let's kick the ballistics here

Ain't no Uzis made in Harlem

I mean, not one of us in here owns a poppy field

This thing is bigger than Nino Brown, this is big business

This is the American way