Take a step toward murder, ghost blood and virgins
Try to cross me in the cross turns and burning
It burns you to the point where the marks are permanent, you heard me?
Anything else is of no concern to a wordsmith working on his anvil
'Til the Earth stands still I'ma dump it on you like an upturned landfill
Filling up with body parts, don't you know I pick 'em off
Quicker than the time flying by in a DeLorean
Man this shit I'm on just can't be synthesized
Every time they try it just gets me energized
When will they realize this is not a race?
Even if I tried I couldn't lose my place
In lieu of my pace you could lose your face
To this toxic waste with the flows I lace
Fill your grill with holes and sutures
The beat froze and analyzed by computers
But worse things were made off of alien biotechnology
Follow me, if not you're probably recipient of an 808 sonic lobotomy
If you looking for that raw then you know what it's gotta be
Now when I'm done you gon' know my name
I live forever through the songs I sang
And you' gon feel my pain as you hear my flame
'Til the game just ain't the same
See at the grave we don't play them games
We know who you is, fuck your fame
'Cause it don't matter 'round here, let me make this clear
We ain't a gang when this shit bang
Blaaow!
The police fatally shot an unarmed man
They might as well have Nazi symbols on they armbands
We the futuristic, twenty years ahead of these idiots
Y'all is too simplistic, my brain cells superiors
We the serious, the insidious, the furious
I got seven eyes wide open, the eighth peerin' in
To what resembles the scope attached to the top of an AR-15
Banana clip spray y'all swiftly
Apocalypse, the angel of death, the octopus
Throwing lightning bolts and tsunamis, controlling huge armies
And human-consuming zombies now computers with heartbeats
Artificial intel is where computer and God meets
Like MK-Ultra this is top secret information
'Til they leak it to the press and then assassinate you
This is for the sharp people that be listening
This blistering, this the music you fryin' transistors with
Now when I'm done you gon' know my name
I live forever through the songs I sang
And you' gon feel my pain as you hear my flame
'Til the game just ain't the same
See at the grave we don't play them games
We know who you is, fuck your fame
'Cause it don't matter 'round here, let me make this clear
We ain't a gang when this shit bang
Blaaow!
