Welcome

Ay yo, catch me in the wrong time and place

Especially East 128th and you'll be chopped

No matter what face or race you embrace

Use your body as a prop to get my next victim

I'm the symbolism of someone who uses lyricism

To display what he sees everyday like forms of racism

Like, fuck capitalism, I'd rather support feminism

I'm a product of cynicism, hitting weak metabolisms

I got my third eye out, kicking shit like Road House

Fucking punching motherfuckers till they get gout

I spread the blood like mustard

My pistol is numbered, I'm poking necks with a box cutter

Till I puncture the structure and cause abnormal blood ruptures

Clept lips how I stay on the up and upper

I swear to God call dinner supper again

I'll leave your body dismembered in the suspense of December

I'm using gadgets to fool the inspector

I'm the inventor of eating twins in the womb

I'm assumed to be the captain of the cruise and the ship

Stuffin microchips in the tits of the bitch wit the littlest shit

All my fucking verses sound like a script to a skit

 

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I'm slicin' the next nigga to say flick of the wrist

Punchline knock em' out at the blunt of the hit

Watch ya granddaughter strip in the mist of her kids

This is the intro to my ill mind, I call it insomniac

I'm the will kill ill megalomaniac

 

Let it be written, I severed the heads in the kitchen

Spittin' the wicked, got em' fryin' the chicken

Pistol whip em' then send em' back to prison

Y'all imprisoned wit Helen Keller's vision

Fuck your religion and its envision

Just like my career its all a superstition

Depict me from my depiction, send me to crucifixion

I'll rob Ford for his nixon, then ask him bout' Nixon

I'm from the 212, 646, where it only take 6 seconds

To reckon ya 2 kids not on the intersection

Sellin' their booty for about one hundred eleven

I'm a New York adolescent teachin' lessons

From Madison Avenue to my Flatbush brethen