Karma

What goes up

Comes back

Down

Listen

Here's a letter to the pope, the devil is dope

The Vatican's the world's crossroad from which they peddle the coke

Catholicism, the occult symbolism, crucifixes and sword

Political exorcism, your religion's a fraud

When you know for a fact Father Flannigan gets off

From having little alter boy's nuts in his hand again

Rubbing 'em with hand lotion, heavy on the lanolin

You don't even acknowledge or stop the shenanigans

The priest can't get pussy, so he prey on the flock

On young boys, innocent souls who pray it'll stop

And that's your dirty little secret

Childhood innocence lost

But it's okay, you do it in the name of the cross

What's the answer when the father like man fur

And he ran through the whole CCD class, give him a transfer

And the cycle continues, new church, new state

Clean slate, guess what's on the menu

Little boys

What goes up, it must come down

And what goes 'round, it comes back 'round

That's karma

What goes up, it must come down

And what goes 'round, it comes back 'round

What goes up, it must come down

And what goes 'round, it comes back 'round

That's karma

What goes up, it must come down

Dear Mr. Obama, I don't call you the president

You're not setting the precedent

You're just another White House resident

But the feeling in the air at your inauguration, strange shit

You answered my prayers, but you ain't change shit

Will you talk to the Jews, tell 'em let the dollars flow

It's impossible to follow where the fuck the dollars go

I know the Bush's got a motherfucking stack

I thought 'cause you was black that you

Would make it half-price on the crack

It's the same trilateral commission

Same Skull and Bones black op mission

The American tradition, barely living with no pot to piss in

What y'all calling organized crime, I'm calling it ambition

Man, listen

I'm juggling hip-hop and hustling

Some call it extortion, me, I say it's muscling

I don't need Obama, Uncle Tomming us up

The lack of paper make your neighbor put a bomb in a truck

What the

What goes up, it must come down

And what goes 'round, it comes back 'round

That's karma

What goes up, it must come down

And what goes 'round, it comes back 'round

What goes up, it must come down

And what goes 'round, it comes back 'round

That's karma

What goes up, it must come down

To the boys in blue, the biggest gang that the world's ever seen

When you pull me over, see me on that lean from that promethazine

Please do not blow my high with that license registration bullshit

Flashlight all in my eye

I'm not drunk, I don't take a breathalyzer, can't walk a straight line

Go 'head, lock me up, fuck it, hit me with a fine

Impound my car, lieutenant, I don't mind

Plant an ounce of blow, a .38, shoot me in the spine

Cut my life short when I'm in my prime

DJ Henry died and he never committed a crime

You can't never trace the blueprints on God's designs

Amongst the angels or the demons in my mind intertwined

What goes up, it must come down

And what goes 'round, it comes back 'round

That's karma

What goes up, it must come down

And what goes 'round, it comes back 'round

What goes up, it must come down

And what goes 'round, it comes back 'round

That's karma

What goes up, it must come down