...any last words? you need a smoke? all that I'm a' say
to white callers phoning me up wanting my real estate
these are sacred grounds for quaranteen purposes, exorcism
the mic' is choked up, I kleck-klack on him, tough tittie syndrome
micha'el shoulda' came to me sincerely, wiley asking
what he do next, and I gave him the answer, while he stabbing
himself in the back trying to backstab me to postage-stamp me
as one of them bills you never open 'til the debt stampedes
you into a paste', once you ask me, don't then try to move
contrary to that to prove you can do this on your own
volition...this is where archangel michael is at with me
the obamanation from malik al-hajj shabazz's sacrilege
boston and newark rallied up a hit team, never asking me
why they shouldn't kill him, mark of cain, shoulda' saved his ass for me
even lucyfer knows better, the pastorius street hit
didn't go down, I called it off, just hold him hostage 'til I catch
up to the nigga, michel nostrodamus can't tell who God is
all that pussy do is steal off then try to alter my shit
now it's a tough man competition, luc' whispered in my ear too
now it's a walkman competition, walk you down to your grave's tomb
what I build on a rock is due to being killed with a rock, just my thoughts
leaking, spilled, are you not peter? don't deny me your life
I am not here to be predicted, I put fear in your contenance
compromise to my movie set, I'll depopulate continents
bring it to chase manhattan's competence, anybody who is
in business with this nigga...should I feel sorry for you when
I rabbit-ear every pocket of his and do to him and his
some ugly shit, every connect of his best to disconnect
and bring michelle to me, tender-ass quivering-ass bitch's
lip service and text fingers I knot up, to tie this in with
the f.o.p. being picked off in mid-sentences at
press conferences, my best offer to keep the u.s. in tact...