a hero [one minute to judgement]
...60 seconds this a minute, what's seven-five stacks
to seven-four seconds when zero's down to one stack
a hero's nothing but a sandwich now, how to top that off's
everything on it, plus the hot peppers how to knock that off's
what the enemy's done on june 13th nineteen and sixty-nine
and gods been acting as-if I am not possible to find
alive, but huss' sacrificed his life for my victory lap
in due time, a few kinks to work out, no misstory, jack
remember me? how do I breathe and am not reserected
I teethed in the early seventies, I been not an infant
...and I give it up to philly because I know where I was
so nothing nyc here could ever live, same as I was
I'm the only mouth you got to speak from, the outcome's
the for-real phila. body bag shit I can vouch on...
55 secs. to judgement [huss' a real one, much love]
...who woulda' thought I woulda' found you wallace fard muhammad
as nipsey hussle after I was used to dearly depart you
I was approached by the government on seven and thirteen
of ninety-eight, with an offer, I declined, yet they were thirsting
to intercept china's summoning of me as sun tzu-wu
and to wipe china off of africa is just what I'm gon' do
GOD had the government surrounded when they approached me
israel the host of lucyfer thought if he coached me
he'd be in position to prep me for oven roasting
I don't trust shit since my first trip on a roller coaster
no calling off shit, the purge is how you supposed to know I'm
dead-serious stone-cold when it comes down to my chosen
people I'm coming back for, there is no co-existing
and mixing dna strands, there is no hope for bridging
the gaps since the gap band been said where the bomb hit up
the haile selassie fake-out was an april fools set-up
to attempt to gain control of the illa noi's, I been employed
with phila. since april nineteen ninety-nine, I'm feeling bored
about to walk off the job to my calling, 1-9 hundred
christ reserecting is pending it's just how I want this
to go, the angels now want the best for me, the angles now
one eighty straight for me, reserect me to be well endowed
enough to seal nine eleven of oh one perpetrators' fates
there's no telling what's gon' happen as I seal each nigga's face...
50 secs. to judgement [readjusting the big rig]
...the big rig must not wanna' live or give itself up for the bid
thinking you can move as you wish on my thread, you'll end up dead
you think I gotta' prove it with the energy I move with?
you really acting stupid, outmaneuvered your own shoe steps
the pit's bottomless, no moves left, the massacres near where you rest
dumb bastard, couldn't heed a warning until it dawns on you that
being a pyromaniac and Hell fire's two different things
only thing going back-and-forth's a firing pin to a spring
only thing I could offer you's a job, but you think it's a game
children playing outside, you wanna' try to compromise my aim
lobotomize your brain, and then I'll see if you can work for me
and get two million of your own people put under earth for me
that's the starter kit, my test marketing it works for me
park your cartiliage in a forest for a search party scene
I been targeted, but what I do is rise up every time
people call for me, no publicity stunt, you lost your mind
gain it back as I reserect to recalibrate your spine
in crude terms, where my dick wound up, your guess as good as mines
this is not your platform to play with, you cross the line
say goodbye to everything behind it, then fall in line...to be cont'd...
...yeah, brock, why you drop the big rig on your name...
...anyway, no way in/out for you...you just cost your people their lives. thank you...
...next order of business...
