I'm the ape in the cage getting
more amazing with age
AKs and grenades matter fact
I slay them with blades
They blatantly gays faggots
in berets in parades
And see my team is unbeatable
the stadium stage
Basically crazed walking
circles pacing for days
I'm basically dazed and lost
inside a Satanist maze
Face the brigade I hate you
and I pray you get AIDS
I go hard on hard beats y'all
too lazy to shave
Too lazy to bathe and so
y'all hate on the god
I'm sick of y'all eating off
the same plate as the god
Y'all could never build or even
conversate with the god
You shooting guns off I would
bomb a nation for God
I'm a suicide bomber y'all don't
want no confrontation with God
Y'all are swine eaters
that's abomination to God
So put some faith into God
The objective is to conquer
fucking Satan with God
I think we got a problem take me
out this fucking column
See all these phony actors
I don't like these phony rappers
Fuck all the story telling
I don't like these phony fables
You niggas sound like cable
fuck you and your fucking label
I think we got a problem Vinnie
Paz a fucking problem
Masterati I'm a problem Jus
Allah's a fucking problem
Criticism from critics
but we don't fucking care
All we hear is the drum
beat and a fucking snare
All I got is too much hate not enough love
Too many plates not enough grub
too many snakes in the grass
I gotta kill one cause the gun
ain't got enough slugs
Body under the belt not enough blood
Shotty under the shelf not enough slugs
Yous a bitch you ain't
gon do shit suck a dick
Cause I been had your bitch
in the lobby on drugs
I ain't no plug I ain't no snitch
I ain't no blood I ain't no crip
Motherfuckin hood where I be everyday
You don't like me come see
me nigga I ain't no bitch
for the last man damn man
You could be the man what they said
So I focused on the damn plan
Face straight like adjusting a handstand
Used to be shy now I'm focused like a hand can
Demoz say hello to the sand man
Gun pop good god where your man layin
See that bitch right there with the damn tan
Couple shots put the bitch in the damn van
Take her home put her in the zone
Dick like an L she gon put it to the dome
Wack DVDs all these niggas in the streets
Showing niggas where they live
and their fridge and their chrome chrome
Nigga please do you really think
I'm gonna show a motherfucking
nigga where I live at
Jeopardize where my wife and my kids at
Come home find my young bull kidnapped
Nigga hit that L that you had
cause you motherfuckin crazy
if you think I will
Pistol Gang to the day I hang
When I see my death I'm gonna keep it real
I think we got a problem take me
out this fucking column
See all these phony actors
I don't like these phony rappers
Fuck all the story telling
I don't like these phony fables
You niggas sound like cable fuck you
and your fucking label
I think we got a problem Vinnie
Paz a fucking problem
Masterati I'm a problem Jus
Allah's a fucking problem
Criticism from critics but
we don't fucking care
All we hear is the drum beat
and a fucking snare
You should make peace before
we pull the peacemakers
I don't want the streets waking
up the sleeping neighbours
I don't want police pacing
up the streets later
But the killing has me
feeling like a teenager
Sign your soul over here's a
blank piece of paper
I'll fill in the details you can read it later
We should keep in contact
I may need a favour
It's not breach in contract
no releasing waivers
It's slavery and cheap labour
it's a decent bargain
It's monopoly I'm landing on free parking
It's blood out here gotta keep
my teeth sharpened
Gotta keep cream gotta
keep a green garden
You doing everything you can
just to keep from starving
I'm Rastafarian and partying usually
with more than one darling
It's disheartening bitches know
I ain't Romeo or Prince Charming