TOO BUSY SCREAMING HOW YOU KEEPING IT REAL WHEN YOU SHOULD TRY KEEPING IT RIGHT. THATS UNDER STANDING MICROPHONE MATHEMATICS
Enter the dragon
With 3 immortal Surgeons
Ark of the covenant and the Holiest excursions
The search for the knowledge and the wisdom of the sands
The Hologram sends you to the abode of the damned
Immortal like vampires;
Setting fires in the caverns of the unholy
Oh, the ancients all hope of Abraham
Send you to the sacred land
To change form, the daunting rituals that leave you scorned
Crown of thorns adorns the unborn in which you spawned
There is no shelter from the storm of Babylon’s lost children
I lead millions to the promised land;
The holy lamb
The planetary Hologram
Blowing your Shakra’s to oblivion
Digital Man, Biblical man like Silian
Vanishing Breed, the Holy Throne
niggas don’t know me
Hoes blow me show me affection for constant erection
my direction is pistols pointed at niggas on bristol
who thought it was fun to pull guns and issue my dismissal
but you can’t handle this,
cause I get scandalous when cannabis enters my system which makes me
more odd than tony randal bitch
due to circumstances and lyrical advances
‘nother man die, why, cause of my verbal enhancements
transmit advances over my mental highway
I say what i wanna, smoke marijuana
gonna hit you with a verse so nigga nurse your fuckin wounds
boom in my system keep me in time with tune
“it’s the good old days! The bad old days! The all-or-nothing days”
“It’s blood for blood, and by the gallons!”
