I punk tha faithful with excess materials who blame Fate when I snatch tha chain off their flesh, scratch off tha serial / crunch numbers while sniffin’ dope with ninjaz grippin’ toast / 16 in tha clip, when I trip, guard ya throat / spar with Hope, ‘n’ rival cliques end up in obits / it’s obvious they didn’t heed tha ominous omens foretold / tha beat knocks relentless like Jehovah’s witnesses / if it’s purist you know it’s Twisted’s shit ‘n’ tha girls leave tremblin’ / shouting, slappin’ balls like Wembledon, screamin’ out in tha name of God like tha kids in temples did / 9 months later out come twins with no resemblance / guess it wasn’t me, scent of her neck was like potpourri / you know it’s me when I wear headscarves or hosiery / grab your rosary ‘n’ start ya Hail Marys / Science, tha God as pale as Carrie, with more drugs than an apothecary ‘n’ I like a bitch Blacker than Halle Berry/ dark thoughts, silly kid thought you could harm God / as far as I’m concerned my verbal art is catharsis cut into 16 bars / sharper than laser beams, haters is just envious cuz they can’t create like me / my bitch need T’n’A like rap videos / I write my insignias wherever I happen to go / put TS on a flag ‘n’ fly it upon my castle / when I die make sure to bury my stankin’ ass casual…
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Listen to me spit over phone from prison, serving 12 yrs for robbery
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