From U god
if u felt me verses then pos ton wutang corp.
My words are like sizemic waves,
If time is of the essence then its the minutes I crave,
Your holacaust through the stroke of the ink,
So when the zombies engage,
Its the citizens on the brink,
the gates of hell open up on the street,
Narocotics still carry on with their sweeps,
Angels breathe dust in their lungz,
devils hide from the slugz of my gunz,
its a cold world fam so wear your heat,
or its a free toe tag hangin from your feet,
out here people question the lord,
but most end up on a pine box on a board,
Their unmarked grave, is in a pet cementary,
They say the killing gene has traces hereditary,
Put still headz pray by the smoke from the pipe,
Didn't you know the zebra is white till its 1st black stripe,
Media, I hope you commit ritual suicide,
Lace your fork tounges with sienide,
acronimos words drenched in bitterness,
achieve me eternal happiness,
which comes from the thick smoke,
but you can't find a roach even when your broke!
Choke on that, might find that jem on the new album, might not!! Today must be charity today cause I am giving out jewels either that or dart tournament night.
WE ARE DISCUSSING THE END OF THE WORLD-OR HOW TO DELAY IT.