Consequences

I smoke crack through an opium pipe

I'm watchin you closely throgh my draconian eyes

I'm wishing on a shooting star, hoping you die

My spirit is cryogenically frozen in time

Tyna fix the systems broken design

Killin' a witness that noticed the crime

 

Assault on the Favela with a barretta and samurai sword

Killin' these ants with a magnified source while sippin apple pie sauce

I smoke weed and advertise sports, I hold heat and glamorize whores

I don't speak and vandalize stores, My flow stays in the deep like the maritime war

My vital mission is on the classified board in the government archives

In my past life, I suffered the apartheid, they blew my cover with the recovered hard-drive

Split personalities of my twin brothers star sign, spittin' gems in eyes laced with pesticide

Then it's back to the SAS training exercise,

Gettin high with the Masons while the rise of Satan's televised,

In the kitchen and even my apron's weaponized, feeling like i can take on several guys