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Featuring Planet Asia & Chace Infinite [Verse 1] The blood seen followed by catch up Peep the cinematography A chopped up a body found in the dry spin it Now who gonna clean this mess up I'm from the school of ninjas I feed the crime scene in five seconds Act of a child designed methods The fine essence divine blessings Mind the tech might've been fine Tomb skilled fountain in the gloom tooth The womb tail ran from the temple at 22 Memorize the manual , warning for death I'm throwing stars at you putas For trying to corner me up in the juice bar That's your head plus an arm and a leg It's back to the future for bread I'm in the spot hussling meds FedEx fair envelopes with the black dust in it Meaning we coming to kill you when you can trust in it Too many bodies for estimates my gold is with it You appear regular like city pedestrians Honor to scroll, minus what it sells or what is sold From the creators of rock and roll SongtexteThe DNA was locked and load Toxic bones watch me to pop it with poems We're not allowed mouth strapping their tones [Verse 2] I heard my IK said it got body while we drinking hot body Made me thinking 'bout God's physical kinda odd Christians say body of Christ, hindus think each cast is a limb Buddha's reincarnate every life Me , I'm just be cardian's bright But if the creator got an anatomy of somewhere holding the mic His skeleton every creed color and nation Defeat Mohammed ,Jesus and Abraham 'Cause that's the foundation Martin Luther King, Gandhi and Dalai Lama the heart Bob Marley the lungs, when the herb got sparked Red blood, cells are driven in pirule Crips the veins kissing your body your pump blue The muscles must have lecter hannibal in that turn Take aberrancies are holding out burner And neck turner turn your attention to 12 ribs on each side So we must have 12 great women who changed lives Mother Teresa, Mary Magdalene and Nefertiti Harriet Tubman, Anne Frank, Marie Curie Gloria Steinem ,Sojourner Truth ,Rosa Parks Oprah , Upacara too Carry and Joan of Arc Marcus Garvey and the boule Good thoughts in the brain Good Obama with ideas for real change And everybody got a place to fit Chaney an asshole, which makes George Bush a piece of shit [Verse 3] I'm stepping raising no stepping fetching providing Truth till you get it then work into the coldest embed it Program the letter like I'm working for Microsoft My micro hard, these cold written rhymes by God Contemplate it like I'm John Austin walking a yard Trying to balance to these being recorded And my talents despite my transgressions in life I'm still at it At least I'm not dead on the streets a crack addict Searching for salvation inside of a strange nation Where niggers would shoot each other then warn you about a motion Rather live on the run and have to face incarceration Fuck them crackers till they suffer sense of depravation Aus Songtexte Mania