...again, ay, gods gotta' pay for letting demons see and greet me first
and before I came clean, my physical laid to rest would feed dirt
gods gotta' answer for every foul thing I did and 'bout to do
gods not the answer since I'm not alive to 'em to route each move
when did my mama mary smith die to be born as c8usin sha'
we'll make up number sixty-nine, and gods being outlined in chalk
that's how I castigate the elohim, it's either them or me
gods one chance to receive me was two fifteen twenty sixteen
allah b. real like cypress hill, all-law be me from power hill
and how I could just kill a man is all too real for those two reels
how's it matter to me, I been decaesed more than half a century
the shock value of me just showing up on your map's incentive
enough after enough die due to shock springs absorb in recoil
the spoils of war is what I'm here to hoard, my own company boils
steam from our pores without sweat while keeping a cool calm collect look
sha's on my arm, I don't sweat our blood thais, I proof all my text books..