Carve out the rock ages and watch the apes in line
Fighting for the planet agenda conquer in mind
Goals to get back thrones name written on black stone
the flag half-flown see his face his wrath's known
So you best vacate massive melt-down, and red tape
ride out the worst cities that gritty gangster grace
better say yours or double fours spray through grey doors
my contenders lamping on the sea floors after high tide wars
it's more mayhem to hen egg lay em by the black B.M.
haters just want to be him chilling with a cup of seagrim's
Building cities out of bricks after the crown bitch shots lick
from roof-tops my red goose hot ya boots shot
always got props from making emcee's duck-down from buck-shots
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Last edited by Mantra; 01-21-2014 at 04:15 PM.