Verse I

I incinerate fallen angels I toast where the Gods sip
The gossip will never reach me
I'm on another plateau I get dough but still I never change
You just rap slow the dime pieces are all up in my range
My philosophy is ironic like Socrates
I'm catching bullets with my bare hands if they pop at me
Mold them like Play-Doh/Plato I never play though so if I'm not the best
Or at least in the top ten I'll put the nine up to my chest
Your future's Cobain I'm past sane you're sleeping with your eyes open
You wake up in a dream but I'm still king
Your favorite rapper is a diva
Watch as I dethrone any P-clone who raps like the Queen of Sheba
I possess the heart of Solomon now they're swallowing liquid swords
So I don't understand what they're hollering
I'm cyanide remove his oxygen
9-5 I'll turn sand to glass now they're back to throwing rocks again
A kamikaze now they feel the pain I harbor
Spent a hundred thou on beats but my tracks are way harder
The flow's caviar I'm raw spitting fatal
Lyrics that'll lift up your city like a tornado
The eye of the storm a cavalier in the leer
Flying over the head of jet setters I'm making it clear
No intelligent design I wasn't made out of fear
I'll murder the top tier like escaped convicts who shake spears

Verse II

I'll keep spitting 'til the world becomes my firearm
A hundred rounds dumping when I'm aiming at Viacom
And lyrically I'm equivalent to Leviathan
With one light I ignite the crosses that they die upon
Replace the white hoods with black hoods
I'll reveal the truth like a seer until they smoke me like backwoods
I'm not afraid to die you see it in my face
They want to gamble with our lives until our souls become erased
But I never fallback
I severe my competition get beheaded on the track
Toss in a few legends and a MAC-11
I get cheddar like reverends hawking tickets to heaven
What's the difference between a bullet and a Bible?
They both control the masses I'm just rapping for survival
With Interscope in my inner scope I'm a slaughter raps
Mention my name I snap back like Starter Caps
My mind's open like Guantanamo
BA's why Homeland Security's been active since Geronimo
My music touches souls so you know the shoe fits
I'm rocking J's with one mic when the truth spits
It's funny how close friends want you to quit
And the police make you feel like a degree aint never meant shit
But I'm a bachelor and they know my art is focused
They're just pissed still cause I aint packing pistols like a lotus
And did I mention Uncle Sam's got your pension
So harass me if you want but I'm not dying for attention
I leave them hanging so welcome to the slaughterhouse
5-0 pigs get roasted on arrival
On the track, fade to black, lay them flat
Bring it back, music's like crack so roger that
Never cutting slack on the wack, heart attacks
Spitting facts, counting these racks you know they come in stacks