[Intro]
Pray to the Lord that all you make it home
A lot of half-assin' in this business
A lot of half-assin' as far as rap is concerned
Gotta call in the ghosts to get the job done…
Oh Lawd!
[Verse 1]
Brass knuckles, steeltoes, in a caged fight/
Beat a nigga, stomp a nigga, ask him if his face feels right/
Kill the likes of any type that's feeling right/
In the moment, you can die tonight, drive-by's with a scope sight/
Extra clip with hollows and a suppressor, say night-night/
Y'all trynna bite a nigga style like I ain't gotta life/
Birdies in the kitchen lookin' all white/
I'm not even talkin' about that white/
This is what I sound like when the mic's right/
Eatin' and chewin' syllables and pokin' metaphors into the bright light/
That's what you call a hotspot, right?/
'03 to Round 4 lil' nigga, this is Fight Night/
You not the champion unless you believe in Babylon/
Peelin' and driftin' off to the classics, ExciteBike/
I might, just pick up a mic and you'll go into hindsight/
Bright lights, with all of the music out, nigga it is my time/
Guarantee, that every line is heaven's delivery/
Of a baby for a family, but then it could mean for somebody to plea insanity/
I gotta dress for you Fat Alberts, straight from Target and it's called a manatee/
Study the art of a raw rhymer scientifically, that's my Grey's Anatomy/
I'm drinkin' pickle juice while I chuck the deuce while I'm wearin' Chucks, too/
But I'm not wearing any, cause I got on these Timb' boots/
Loaded an extra clip in my pen, dare a nigga to talk, I bet I shoot/
[hook-bridge]
[Verse 2] (01:42)
On the End Days, glass will start to shatter/ Niggas rap like fecal matter/
Eatin' bars for days, I got that NutriGrain on a platter/
Fig treats, good weed, and some beats; The Holy Trinity/
In a jam trynna dodge lead from them boys, Trinity!/
I'm on my Matrix 'ish, a couple of rappers believin' Illuminati did this/
How'd you figure it come to this?/
I body instruments and leave the ligaments frozen inside the fridge/
Legendary, it's also known as the Kidd/ K-I-DD L-O-E/
D-A L-E-G-E-N-D; G-O-D-K-I-DD/
Bless niggas with verses, I'm B-More's reverend (preach!)/
Tell the big homie Erick he don't need a sermon for this one/
Click-clack, I bringin' the bars back, now give up/
Ssutt 2×, that's word to Crooked I/
Circle of Bosses with HiiiPowers, the New World Order is now defined/
The Novus Ordo Seclorum, a better order for the ages/
Get back to masses making rules instead of us inside of mental cages/
In my opinion, I don't believe we as a people begin to start thinking/
But it's all good, cause you can get an A+ just for blinking/
Don't have to break it into layman's terms, you should get it/
Weaponized, my eyes are the weapons, don't you get it?/
Took that from "Small-Pacs", look it up cause their bars hot/
Killin' these fashion rappers, backpackers, gun-clappers, Meek Milliez/
You silly, for not thinking that the boy isn't illy/
Like Tip, and that's word to the paper trail that led me in this bitch/
[hook-bridge]
[Bridge-verse]
The Devil is a lie (3×)
Why the hell you let 'im ride?
The Devil is a lie (3×)
Why the hell you let 'im slide?
The Devil is a lie (2×)
You believe there's a Devil, then I believe Jesus is alive
You believe there's a Devil, I'll accept Bruce Jenner's still a guy
If there really is a Devil, that's one helluva disguise
[hook-bridge]
[Verse 3]
It all begun from the low-go/
Can't build up a franchise without a logo/
Started from the Mid-surface, now I'm trynna hit the top/
Trynna sell yourself as single, too bad it ain't a promo/
Your mans might be undercover, he'll wanna share if…like a cop/
And you don't even know the reason/
Them boys in blue bust in, then charge you for treason/
Them boys ironic to the weather, too cold in the heat season/
Everybody got their ACs on but the heat's still seepin'/
Through the walls, make a brotha even hotter/
Killas pull weapons like wands, no Harry Potter/
Turn them bullets into warts on ya forehead like a hog/
The real Hogwarts, where tricks get used, to get you confused/
But then you'll end up in the trunk of a car, hog-tied and abused/
This that stuff the real niggas use, when the codes aren't followed through/
Mess with the law, I break your jaw, with combos from Tekken fool/
Dismantle your mandible, make it look like you always drool/
The days you wanna drown that sorrow, gotta jump in that swimming pool/
And that's word to Kendrick, too/ I make food outta rappers who look brand new/
I got that vicious appetite to diss you like Papoose/
Your days is over, hang it up, get a damn noose/
You'll be more famous then you were before, just on the local news/
Just turned 20 my dude, I gotta start making moves/
And breed life, from the seed of the light/
Get illuminated, get educated, get your money up tight/
Feed that mind, body and spirit with all your might/
Last nigga went against my bars, died in a firefight/
Bye…
