Doing God's work like Enoch or Idris
Lefthand hand hand held heaters
Gunsmith Vodka 5th, Pop shots to live
Might crock pot your cartilage
86 a snake Face this extra extravagance
Extract revenge on every police
Warpath on any jake in my path
Ordinance blast cccordingly
Then I'm escorted to the court at last
It ain't a trial it's a farce
Get hit with a sentance that pass til I'm under grass
Type finished, passing knowledge off to an apprentice
Continue the lineage, never be extinguished
Distinguished gentleman sitting spitting the queens english
Until they speak the legalese and all my rights relinquished
The family link severely diminished Yearly
To put the fear in the babies so they won't think clearly
Which one of these niggas fitting to get popped first
Still swinging in obverse
Staunch advice, Don't play with your life
crabian nights, get my dick sucked while I'm taking a flight
Outta sight outta mind my nigga, it's game time
This one for the killers with triggers that aim nines
cttract like the magnet and Grab the ratchet
Dig em up from they graves, and then crack they caskets
Don't mention old glory when you bastards passive
Speaking in past tense cause yo ass is backwards
Illiterate to clear chapters that's that fear factor
Tell em welcome to the here after
Beef approach me half decent
Too blind to see shit, niggas don't want the smoke
Cause they know how we get,
You waiting on the rapture and the wrath of Jesus
We them cats that bring the Riff Raff to Heathcliff
I'm known to spit raps that be masterpieces
Got your hoe sniffing blow
Pull yourself together before u jump off the deep end
Have u coughing and wheezing
For the money or the drugs
cin't no alternate reason
Catch a sermon from the pastor
These niggas paper anemic
I was sent to do God's work, like Ophanim
No hero, bearing da mark of Nero
Til Da Zero becomes the cipher of da Judas
cnd u See Mastema up on da oceans of Europa
1st is fire n hail, da 2nd turn Water to blood
My word good, 3rd trumpet summon wormwood
Causing volcanic winters, these are da dark ages
Whole history book holy wit lost pages
Send em to da 13th dimension for da sinning
Da 4th trumpet left a 3rd of da sun missin
Da 5th trumpet, opened da pit wit locust in it
When 6th one blew, 4 niggaz had horses
One of em pale, n frail like corpses
Da story of Moloch, torso like a fortress
Lay a nigga landscape, blood up on his portrait