I started like an arsonist to set a flame
I'm everlasting when I pen my name
Darker like my letters stained markers
Sharper than a marksmen with
a target in my centre frame
A father, so my red I vein's harboured
Or rather with my other forefathers
If we ain't asking for respect or fame
With words as dope as marijuana, though it's
hard to take what's said in vein
A splinter faction so we're carving
Laughing at them grasping over
stardom and a sense of claim
Hard to hang your head in shame rather
we're only master when we shed the chains
Affect the game, 'cause and effect,
and not the part of it from where you came
Dangerous tracks like a scar
where you inject the vein
I'm the harbinger to end the pain
Unforgiven staying hidden
like we're living in bunkers
Whether you're in Sri—Lanka or you
Dominican or Indian we're
Whether you're in the Congo
We're staying hidden like we're
Whether you're in Sri—Lanka or you
Dominican or Indian we're
Whether you're in the Congo
I've got a cache of beats to make
Ranging from better than yours,
The heavy metal supporter
leaving competitors floored
The most malevolent devil
to ever tread on the shore
I'm a composer with a grudge ready to
And you supposedly the one
to wreck like never before?
Please, you a stooge like you're
So please, bear with me like I'm
I'm far beyond the horizon,
And now your head is on swerve
like you're Linda Blair and
Painted eyes on my eyelids so
Even when I'm sleeping, eye the angles
Screaming 'I'm the last one
I'm sicker than lighting the next
Unforgiven staying hidden like
Whether you're in Sri—Lanka or you
Dominican or Indian we're
Whether you're in the Congo
We're staying hidden like we're
Whether you're in Sri—Lanka or you
Dominican or Indian we're
Whether you're in the Congo or live
Kick it up a little notch let the heat knock
For the number one soul brother
came out my mother Tariq Trot
Doctor told me I was only
I been sicker than dope fiends
And been around plenty time
I ain't doing the kind of my dimes
It's Mr. Big Stuff taking
The same Rik Geezy, my man speak easy
Listen streets need me so,
where they keep enough shots to go around
Watch the crown, most underrated,
You gotta love it, folks wanna hate it
In a P.A.N.A. mera Porsche four door
Heading downtown riding 'round
Unforgiven staying hidden
like we're living in bunkers
Whether you're in Sri—Lanka or you
Dominican or Indian we're
Whether you're in the Congo
We're staying hidden like we're
Whether you're in Sri—Lanka or you
Dominican or Indian we're
Whether you're in the Congo or
We're staying hidden like we're
Sydney city to Nigeria they're
Whether you're in the Gaza