...submit to my demands, the terms of my contract
been written out and mulled over, I live it out, you sulk over
the consequence of actions you made to buy into the smoke
screen, warva, this now between me and you, I see shit thru
the rope rings the necks, when the soap drops, you bend
before you raise up, you're fucked, now you're parceled out to friends
not a pardon I'm a' give, I need my money, so where's it at
I'm dead serious 'bout my reserection, so where's it at
since I need my respect, then where's shiiat, she's khimar'd up
looking at me funny, she don't make salaa't, she's kufar'd up
what do we make of it to mean, she ain't seen allah thus
she ain't seeing me come up on her before I cum all on her
we ain't speaking the same, so we can't be breathing the same
I came for the war, she hugged me when self-destruction played
I ain't backing down from what was waged, bitch, I wants it four-reel
if you wanted the drill, after I came, both pairs shoulda' been sealed
them lips of yours, they gave applause, clapping off, no clapping on
my light, because when I shine, I scorch the earths combative aura
see how the country's harvest was bucked down into random carcasses
d. day's three weeks away, you're in real-time now, no bandwidth forfeiting
tracey'ng me back to the wtc building, I set up shop
once they unna'stand wut that means, I might give 'em props...