49 secs. to judgement [pair a' dice]
...south philadelphia owes me my movie, who is balboa?
I'm no fictional character at all, every round fold ya'
call yourself a beach chair, I'll make every round folders
to heat up your mug, I'm the surround-sound to drown vocals
saying that-and-this about what they would never visit
heart attacks and panic buttons pushed from what I'm a' bring 'em
I do this not for my own health but for the children
though I consider my own health to forge the mission
in this material world of mines, the cost of living
the cell block imprisonment's a mess, the cost of kidding
yourselves thinking words are not a threat, last time that I checked
"I'm a' kill you" came before I killed you to add to my rep
they know me as a cool quiet dude who kept to myself
ever since knee-high, so I'm a fool if I'm not myself
so niggas know not to try, what niggas know not is I
myself hold and delegate the rage inside 'til my 'bout to die
pair that with another die, what you have's the pair a' dice
if she'd die for me, then you know the bet, you wage your life
if I'm not already there, you ain't made it to paradise
israel, pussy, heed my advice to you, I ain't nyc...
48 secs. to judgement [the consequence]
...this be philluimxnati carbon to all you copies
way better than rope, duct tape and sock to your mouthpiece
every word in my threads needle points every outfit
have you heard what I said, no way to get around it
every war I came out of, no way to get around vs
what you gon' do now is listen to what I founded
...the cons sequence in the order of the consequence
my rise peaking as her mouth give me commom sense
we now eat out as the heat out to shoot the fences
she gon' bleed out ay' month to show she ain't pregnant
her puerto-rican g8rlfreind eat our every crevace
I'm not wrapped tight until luc' lips are hemmed up
you seeing shit ain't fair, then collect-call a ref' up
I play the game until he give up all his info'
the wack niggas gotta' die, and that's what I meant though
the highest body count in the world is what I'm into
the big rig been being set-up, it's fundamental
the black bitch been treasonous just as she's meant to
the black whole you ain't escaping from, I'm mental
if you die when I shoot, it's not accidental
rebuttle if you wish to until your lips are chafed
I'll smother you to death, a body bag's your pillow case
nowhere in my space is safe on the given dates
which is any given day, been gave you the time and place...
...brock [big rig], my box-in game ain't a joke. and this the shit that don't get played on the radio...you got heart, huh...alright, let's take it there...
47 secs. to judgement [the package flip]
..so as I confiscate your goods, who at-all nominates my good
intent that this road to He'll been paved with, I'm all it took
to realize, I'm all you got to deal with, my ghost is off
the meatrack, my host is calm and collect hiding nervous wrecks
concealed then to move pistons, the engine heats, the hood's smoking
I got maps, every hood's open to hear the raps I push on them
the rig is set, the gig is up, more than a few months then what's up
the qu'ran code been not a fluke, phila. body-bag know the truth
for me is how the hustla' moves, indeed there's not a bunch of truths
if gods not speaking only through me, they can be crushed to fuel
the zig-zak-zig gave me the date, and I detailed the room
the tech 9 resting on your necks, not a clue yet what to do
anything I'm owed I will collect, masonic principles
and yet every nigga scream conspiracy, which is it though
for a man to be a man gotta' beat a man, seat a man's
neck as support for arches of feet, not to heal the man
so yeah huss', I'll take over the motivation from right here
I'm not saying much, the angels call me, I'll be right there...
found out at 51 secs. [about mayday]
...the demons born on may day...I guess the signs keep adding up
my cousin tee summoned 'em to body me, I handed her
the gasoline to fuel such a move to see what she could do
sent word to her dad who was stabbed to death I'd have to school
her about the dangers of the move she made to do me in
who woulda' thought her dad would show up as a rapper who sings
I tripped out, looked at his profile and said "damnit, that's him?"
my uncle steven, about to fight a death sentence again?
and demons sent to murder me had me schiz' in ninety-six
I told you that bitch was guilty as shit, she had it in
for me because these streets dictated that she kill me off
for her to move more freely throughout 'em, she pissed me off
though in oh-four, now she gotta' pay, but whose to say
anything about what she's wrapped up in when dues are paid
see, the big rig now best to lift my dick to fix my limp
with a v-8 I been strolling hard ever since I was six
your approach to me's at your own risk, I won't even trip
I know every move you'll make, I'll beat you down 'til the main event...
46 secs. to judgement [clean my d!#%]
...you talks that knock-you-out shit, I talks that knock-you-off shit
the same way the rig's pulled on that saint john kristoff shit
if you can't watch what you say, then edit off your own lips
if you can't keep up the pace, this marathon you forfeit
if you can't make up your mind what to think, I can morgue you
I'm insane pushing the black inc. because they morgued me
it's the same shit I put in the verse ever-so-often
you wanted to own me, bitch, so now clean up the hawk spit
reverse it from off my dick right from where you part lips
I ain't the one to play with, was no good in ball sports
do not think this shit is for free, it leads to bar codes
I ain't the one you can just reach and have a talk with
bitches better see me coming with eyes in their tonsils
witnesses who scene me come up alive are not fossilled
you being full a' pride, won't survive, and that's your options
leave it at that, or be back and I'll dissolve all ya' bodies...
I'm taking the 1/3rd back from lucyfer
...now, I can tell you 'bout the city of angels...
...why it's no joke, what you say out ya' thoughts you'll get banged for...
....because the angels take every word declared literal
I know from experience since a child what the angles do
I been trying to work out the details of my life ever since
the fall-in angels forever trip up things to be rigged
the archangel micha'el up in the twist at gemini
the fallen angel lucyfer shoulda' known he bouts to die
my ghost being archangel gab'real, the word is I
allone, and the streets translate the beef into homicides...
...oh yeah, astrologists mapped the sun, moon, and stars
to navigate the rim of the zodiac, satan's orb
so what've you learned so far about the plan, enough
to keep a lid on it and obey traffic laws, key up
the paint job on u.s.a., so how now to prove you ain't fake
as I take one third back from lucyfer, 'cause he ain't pay
me for my services...the 911 shit for example...
prison politics [42 secs. to judgement]
....I ain't give it thought, drew up the notes to adolf hitler
welcomed him to eternal dam nation while he imprisoned
undastand this my nigga....to recap, I grew up with him
I heard from his pop he went gorilla extorting niggas
this blue grape looking bafoon provoked me to see his name
on a t-shirt? that's how we work, no witnesses to explain
I just caught the rig, no cigarette pack can get you time
with it, I'm a' keep this trade for my own commodity
ever out your face without common sense, you're potty trained
to sit as you piss, I'm not impressed with the mind charades
ask about me if you wish, key figures are few who know
or keep motives ulterior and keep hidden 'til you exposed
I ain't finished with jew at all, and I ain't shitting you at all
there's no polite knocks, I'm a' ram my genitals through your door
your sentinels charbroiled, suck these bald heads through a straw
the cold basket case duo's at it now, me and my blood...
