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Sleeping with a mask and a gun,

Attempting robberies as often as a man on the run,

Did a couple just to start some fires and have a little fun,

But I made this shit ignite so hard, that it became the sun,

 

Father, son, and holy spirit, know my soul is colder near it,

Sold my body to the music, now the people come to fear it,

Disappearing in my lyrics, got no physics and no gravity,

Used to be cool before I spoke, and now my words are always after me

 

I'm a pastor in the church of "Don't you ever try to cross me",

Chillest leader feeling villainous, I'm always stayin' frosty,

And although I'm top dog, you know I'll never get bossy,

Just keep throwing me a bone, and I'll follow like paparazzi,

 

Thanks a lot and grazie, cause this cypher's pretty nice,

Every rap site plays like Yahtzee, always rolling the dice,

Cause although I spit the heat, the Internet is the ice,

They take it with a grain of salt and cook the crook like it's rice,

 

Better then these dreaded go-getters down to the letter,

Double headers thinking twice when tryin' to tear me up in their shredder,

I killed with aim on the cranium, now one head's turned into cheddar,

But the second was a miss, and now I've never felt deader,

 

It's time to pull a Vendetta and put the mask on once again,

Get my name back in the game, exerting ink from my pen,

People always asking how instead of asking me when,

So know that now's the time to strike into my moment of Zen.