I'm about to take everybody back to the basics
I'm historical an oracle
event is about to occur
Because a motherfucker put
these raps in the matrix
And I'm a terror when I spit
it on tracks full of hatred
But there's beauty in the dark,
just put it in yo mouth
And the flows like hmm,
like that when you taste it
Commin' at niggas like a disciple of death,
you would think
I'm poppin' a rifle or tech,
I'm aimin' right for the neck
Yo' momma might as well call up the
funeral home so she can
Right em' a check,
a vile of dialect. That's why they feelin' me
A trilogy, a horror is what I become
so they call me Jason Vorhee
Oops I mean chasin' more cheese,
niggas gotta pay some more fees
Hot enough to brake a thermometer
from another planet I kill em'
From here to Andromeda,
astronomer because I'm out of the galaxy
Challenge me I will disintegrate
yo' body like a particle
Follow you into a corridor at 4 in the mornin'
so I can horrify you
Rite before I slaughter you. My boys sayin'
they don't think I'm comin'
So you know a nigga gotta get em' all.
Then Ima' be murderin' em'
Like a serial killer then Ima hide
em' in the sealing and the wall
Fuck em' all. Niggas will never
get next to this
I rock a rollie so I flex the wrist. Ima
blow up and sit in yo' place
Then through up shit in yo' place
like the exorcist
You can't mess with this
Now a days niggas actin' like they lovin' the dime,
used to be some respect
But now they just kill
em' and stack em'
'cause Benjamin Franklin the
governer now
Theoretically you better be ahead
of everybody around you
'cause a nigga might fuck you
Don't need to be nothin'
but killers in yo' family
That always surround you 'cause
a nigga might touch you
Since the recession It's
been hard on the streets
So a nigga comin' hard on the beats,
no order in the hood
I remember when niggas would get into it,
They would have to take
problems to chief
Now they don't give a fuck
who they be shootin'
Or who they be robbin'
or what you ride
All they really care about is you got that
And if you let one of these knuckle
headed bitches
Know you sittin' on somethin',
motherfuckers guna' be at that
It's those south side
Up north and over east is a beast What they
release be
leavin' you desceased
Fuck up anybody that try
to do damage
The block is the planet
and shorty is too buck
For there to be peace, so I carry a piece
But I don't wana' shoot cuz'
I already wana'
See some of my niggas
locked up in jail home
Instead of hollerin' at em' on
a cell phone
R.I.P cuz' my lil' brother Rel' gone
We need to find another way to
get it instead of always
Being on the attack full of hatred
Or get smacked in the face with
the reality of death
If we don't get back to the basics