The drop of mercy, reminds me of a quotee
It was a line of base nine from a book that I wrote
My visional, silent assassination, as the made to blast
And through, wifey's bitchin', and silent razor busts
The false condition of promises, for our nations
Got me dealing with confidenetal communication
My religion is salvation, we raise a Cyrus
Take you to my cypher's fast, like Hezekiah
Niggas get up in the mental jungle
To start digging up my deep ends, by using golden shovels
Cuz knowledge reigns, wisdom pays for infinity
These raps see the lack of mental statues of liberty
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