featuring Dice Raw

Hook:

Dig it, this world is filled with homicides and rape

All the crimes of hate just ain't the size and shape

You can walk don't the block and get slumped or knocked

It don't stop y'all and it just don't stop (x2)

Black Thought:

I leave the microphone intrigued with my practice

This rebel stick your system like a cactus a boys sadness

Who knows what is concealed under the mattress

Ruegurs, losses and grindals when my minds in blackness

Then I act this way the beast unleashed

Rabbis, monks and priests always pray for peace

But it's deceased now only lives the true realance

Open up the mental deaths you rented through my palace

My thoughts contain the plus sign plus the malice

Not equating to your Wonderland so fuck Alice

My style is hostile on the external

But got plenty of love and warmth that's internal

The sin coronal

Surfaces from whispers from the lower

My noun like arks and 950 years of Noah

You're arch rival

You burn a cross I burn the bible

Because I'm liable, to do this

When my actions true this

But I'd rather choose to use my diction

Resurrect that blond blue eyed and put him through another crucifixion

Stay up in your jurisdiction (say what?)

My depiction is the drama

Though these eyes I've seen the trauma

Homicides in the source that was phenomenal

When I find out who banged Muwan in his abdominal

Met with Jesus to learn to Burns not commical

At times this thing ain't logical

I gots to walk around with my brain on cock

Cause it can't (can't) won't (won't) don't (don't) stop

Hook

Malik B (M-Ill-it-ant):

My mentals in flame your brains will drain

When I let the ink drip and then pass out a pink slip

I think quick so check my methodology

My stylagy is more ranty than anthropology

Between your raw legs like it's gynecology

You and your sorry ass style needs an apology

Cause an earthquake and make you shake you need neurology

These niggas kill me actin' like stars fuck they astrology

Imagin' with my badge I snatch the pagent

Turn your city to a smashing and grab it

Now it's time to burn the maggots my message stronger than Elisha

That backslap the ass like your father

Why bother?

Would any care for, lyrics I sling from my mic with cease your laughter

Mind of a bachelor to a master

What I thought that leaves you flabbergasted

Ask you what's the matter bastard?

These types of rhythms man you'd rather blast it

You hear the beats in jeeps over the weekend

Silence is golden and niggas get killed just for speakin'

The only deacon is death when ya left wounded

Layin' on the ground and meet your doom quick

I done been through the deserts of hell with Satin sittin' waitin'