first verse, title: the world trades

...the objective of terror is to mortify and often guide
the terrified to a point where they voluntarily reconcile
and hand over their liberties and rights to their own suppressor
and my objective, to throw projectiles into heads and mid-sections
I been already stamped with the 666, it was 6.69
I could trade if I wanted then, but I'm good with a modest grind
you know what a trade is anyway, 30 nickels, ass to give up
in a prison, it's just a punk giving ass to get cum
on the streets, its' retail and wholesale, hand-to-hand on all the sales
even your skill set is a trade you often sell for dollar bills
it's called a service rendered, even learning as an apprentice
but an intern don't get shit but a drink, chips, and a sandwich
living in this world is a navigation thru acts of baiting
the customers to snatch they paychecks, ravage accounts, run houses vacant
technology moves how we favor, not in our favor
because ironically, the more we relaxed by it, the more it enslaves us
how the-fuck they get my cell number to keep calling me
about free vacations they say that they offering
shiii, they want my information for what? to scope how I move about
in their round-about way to forge a blockade to my route
I'm on a course and already at my final destination
when I'm all caught-up, they hand they ass to me by-the-way then
I can remain silent and lock into the game 'til his grave
and control all blood flow from here on-in as my slaves
'cause soo-woo calling out tzu-wu, and I'm abel bodied
I don't mind controliing 'em all until cain I body
and I keep philly exclusive to how the brothers do shit
and keep on my sun wu shit to control gods prudence
the world trades, I'm not a traitor though, so I ain't trading
my land mass over and will murda' all infiltraitors...closest..