...all I know is the aztecs necks pushing up threats to render
blacks extinct, got another thing coming to 'em, that's the inc
got ya' boys tied up, I'm a do-it-myself kit
the army of one by myself, ruin your health quick
this why the game shoulda' known not to behave like a maricon
I ain't here to defend my youngin', your grounds though I'm a' own
slowly finding out how shot-out this bul atone is
enough to stuff your cabesa with your cajones
whenever I do unwind, it's apocolypto
the archangel of revalations be out to r.i.p. foes
gab'real, the gift of gab', gods' word, I'm it though
luc' in the cipher, the mic' is micha'el, now you dips know
I hopped from the hip though since being shot to shit though
was still born, so I got an embalming spit flow
ojibwe lineage and lost tribe definitive
so, the choice made by mexicans is the one that they living with
for now, 'til we get busy in He'll fire, no skillet
any central american that's with 'em, god bless 'em
'cause it's 13X on friday the 13th X'D
on the 13, and when manson die, you can join me in death
without making it to the other side for any second breath
talking about a power move got all of your exits to the left
you not my people, so you not the chosen people
thought you could outsmart my twin luc', when the evil omen reached you
marked him with a spiral, ironic how vatos named diablos
meet the real diablo lucius who you marked with the spiral
philly-born, we get it on, as the city of khans
you ain't been informed, so when it's war, you very alarmed
no ese was ever writ' in, but the l.a. kid can tell you
vs niggas here not telling when farmlands where you fell in
before you accapella to your fellas, the tape is yellow
where your mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, siblings, uncles and aunties dwell at
me playing with a full deck been dead since '96
for real since '95, but the tithes was never sent
to me the 13th sentry, blood ties'll bow-tie your body
and I ain't got the blues yet, see if arsenal's goons can stop me
I walked thru these grape apes, and the next thing it was r.i.p. to rotti
who the-fuck was that blue fag' on the bus who said that's why he want me?
what, to cum down his throat with the rodney-pide pipe,'cause I see 'em
and they ain't live and they ain't living, that's how it be then...
now we get to see if I like what twin set up for me
this movie's not rated plus based on the truest story...