Kublai Khan

歌詞

God hates me, never keep my banger on safety My mother raised me alone, you can't break me My hearts pumpin' the blood of Royce Gracie My thoughts dumpin' the slug and point straightly You rhyme 'fakely', you still scarred I'm studying deep thoughts like Bill Mahr I'm real raw, we just dumbin' it out And y'all ain't sayin' nothin' with a gun in yo mouth That's what I'm about, but Vinnie Paz go deeper Y'all still under the spell of dose ether The Grim Reaper, its all nature And every word from Allah is on paper We all hate ya, we can't stand you Chapter 8, verse 3, book of Daniel You like a candle, you just burn You never worship Allah, you can't learn Chemical space ships, see dust splits, hit from the Matrix Pig Destroyer, Anakis kiss, splatter your patriots Make coast stops, injectin' my pockets with Votox Laytex bitches be chokin' on cock like Blow-Pops My flows hot, my glocks like a popular friend Sniffin' Oxy-Cotton, we rock till the popular says Merciful fate, we at the gates, I hurt you for cake Cause Red Planets like a Shit Magnet, it counters with Jay Digital cuffs, runnin' from the D's and the fuzz Gut you out, rock Gas Mask, bleedin' and stuff Into the void like blue velvet, goons and clerics New synthetic designer jewels for moods in deserts In heaven and earth, barcodes to measure my girth That's like the J.D.L. joinin' the zoo relation for turf Birth of the solar, we did so, write for the cobra God texts me, and we all stand with iced out clothes Check it.. yo.. yo Now where it be's like, niggas wanna stay tight, I stay right Face fight, get your weak, split, shit then I spit Most accurate, Flex writin' back a bit Range on the side of it Yo I'm tryin' to get a lot of it I rock that exotic shit, spit the hottest shit Yo trial, might get the same time ya ought a get Death before dishonor shit, gangster persona shit Jedi Mind, 2-5 is who I'm probably with When I'm tryin' to score the third, its who I holler with Yo hood, its my project, exchange objects Yo guns for my teks, yo range for my lex Q.B. to Philly, we control sets I stay splurgin', heads stay wrapped in Turbans Tighter than a Virgin of Ford Excursion, nigga So how you figure that we don't be reppin' Hoes sell weapons in the Dodge Intrepid, nigga Yo Stoupe, what up baby, what's good Jedi Mind, the gracious, 2-5 collabo Gangsta global They dropping bombs and shit