Wu-Corp's Van Gogh with the god SKAMPOE>
I'll slap the shit out of ANY ho that call you a bootleg Fat Joe>
inflictin cats blocks with the plague of the black crow>
rat-tat-tat-tat go the blowback-bolt Calicos>
roll down strips on vogues slammin Cadillac doooos>
outkast rogue-commandos blastin automatic gats in canvas-jacketed camo>
BLAMmin crabs whole camps thats gassed up like mechanics at AAMCO>
grown-man collabo on some Don Corleone Brando meets Tony Soprano>
Francis Coppola scope - drop a dope opus and park you like Chan Ho>
9-milli fam Saran-wrap crack by the kilogram - alley trap so the grands grow>
still holdin that gold rosary close to remember the blood of the Lamb flow>
comin strapped with that holy Nazareth ammo standin swole at the last plateau>
raze yall empire like the Great Alejandro>
straight blaze up this hemp-fire while yall Stans peep how my man blow>
its 09 mu fucka and we here for ur neck,
it aint bout the fame let alone sum meaningless rep,
its about the respect,
and showin and provin who wet shit up quicker than tek,
the rap werds we inject, many tryed to disect,
but come to find out they lacked the brain power to unflower my dialect,
the prophets kept,
hidden scrolls,
2 let loose on lost souls wit no kinda direction,
they fed the masses a bunch of lies like the obama deception,
lethal injectionz are now called vaccines to fix another infection!
and might i mention,
i saw theyre 3rd eye flinchin,
i know ya was wishin,
i would of od'ed of the fumes when we was cookin it up in the kitchen,
but ya suckaz dont listen,
the anger burned like amber - make ya lil girls go missin,
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