From marches to rallies the god's armed walking time bomb
inflicting more curses on a pawn then a O.D.B. song
shame on a devil in range when shots bang
slew him with a cane the damage couldn't be contained
i flamed the game and received praise from arsonists
while niggas getting burt from dirty hoes i'm burning spliffs
A pirate with cannons standing to destroy foes and snatch goods off ships
emcee's who deceive get played like actors while i spit active scripts
backslap a hater watch him backflip the God is back bitch
folloewed by shots flying like birds to silence thier words
the hip-hop Bobby fisher my check-mates are obsurd
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My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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