Collapse the War Engine

I'm the author of pain

This Kalashnikov, akhi

It'll alter your frame

This the Umayyad Caliphate, conquerin' Spain

This is honor

This is Pranayama conjuring names

(I'm the conjurer)

I ain't seen nothin', muhfucka

He was found dead the 50 Cal beggin' me to

Paint the fuckin' town red

Have a muhfucka losin' weight and

That was pounds shed

Black Gucci duffel bag, homie

Where the brown thread makes a lot to define

This automatic recoil, stock sixty nine

(yeah) i saw it in the data byte (I did)

Epsilon Boötis and the black night satellite

(It's in the sky) see I stay with the toy

I will trade you for this eagle, pa

Shady McCoy it's a mind ripper

Pull a Wes Craven and breeze

Whatchu waitin' for

Lil' homie? Aim it and squeeze

Yeah, the universe big and the sun large

The 40 Cal about to give 'em

Five like a gun charge

On the street corner where

The muhfuckin' scum crawls

Everything here pure ignorance and gun bars

Camp Crystal Lake, built with Jason for days

I will ask questions first that's

The way I was raised

This a flashbang, homie

I am bringin' the SWAT

This is thug season ahki and

I'm bringin' a mop

Gaudy motherfucker, everything grandiose

The difference 'tween the cure and

The poison is the dose

My mind all over the place but I rap lucid

(I'm lucid) the type muhfucka that smart

But he act stupid (Stupid)

You lame, no idea what to do with the kush

And a bird in the hand worth two in the bush

(It is) it's Mozart over here, Don Giovanni

And I ain't worried

'bout you motherfuckers, you punani!