respect tha general, check tha Fate of Sin, everyday I pay in intervals, life is complex yet death is simple / damage temporals, God flex pickpocket thoughts that rob a gentleman, I’m lauded for tha knowledge drippin’ out tha faucet / flip it on, I’m never off yet quite off kilter / God, I rock booths yo, I brought my own filter / odes ‘n’ poems wrote on holy thrones between golden pillars / 2 fingers poke thru God’s throat ‘cuz I’m tha God Killah God-zillah / Atilla pilfer purses ‘n’ script perverse verses sippin’ pilsner ‘n’ my shit stay turgid / exert coersive sermons ‘n’ liturgic thought waves that stain my birthname in brains like aurora borealis flame does tha skyline / my pallid face scowls tha plane ‘n’ guaranteed I’ll die by foul play / abandon lost, I draft tha underground anthem God, throw a verbal tantrum, leave tha mic in gauze…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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