[Intro] Oh god, I'm bleeding Oh god, I'm bleeding Oh god, I'm dead Oh god, you're dead [Verse 1] Uh These amateurs feeding my sleep paralysis demon The grim reaper appealing, the grip deepen my evil The pen hit like a needle, the Ink seep through the easel The beat drop, it be bop, I'm Spike Spiegel We quite regal, only chop it with the right people The chalk talking, it's lethal, but y'all jargon is see through These dawg barking, they leave you with gnaw marks for no reason I'm Karl Marx to you heathens, Allah got me through seasons And y'all wouldn't believe it, we all racing to Eden That god place like a beacon, the raw taste got us teething The heart aching is even, my jaw break on the cement The law hate when we breathing, they call jakes to appease us I partake in the evening and car take with no keys in They call names on subpoenas so I'm aiming the heat in The cops face for my freedom, then hop states like I'm leaving A car chase and I'm speeding, the wrong fate, I need healing The crooks, robbers and villains who took stock of the winnings Enough talk of the killings, just go pin it on niggas The gold diggers is different, they soul missing on missions The road triggered by missiles, that blood money gon' hit you Rip skin, muscles and tissue, they been ducking the issue I don't love you or miss you, especially with the pistol I'm pissed and my patience brittle, a fist and a ancient sickle Had to find a way to move the pen, word to Tommy Pickles, uh [Verse 2] Writing rhymes, the only way I got through peril 'Cause where I'm from, they boxed us in 'til the block so narrow And the cops gats b great, no F. Scott Fitzgerald They was at our door with the Lord like Christmas carols Shit is frightening, I might Mike Tys' 'em Or write like Dyson, a real nigga license I'm right in between Farrakhan and Jihadi John Darker than the ambiance of, Malcolm at the Audubon Click-clack, I be gone all day, I'm blacker than Dante On Myrte and Broadway, they murder in broad day Mysterious, God's ways, ain't waiting for Yahweh I rage against the machine, I had to get it the con way [Outro: Malcolm X] Your soul isn't going anywhere Your body is going anywhere Nothing is happening after that When you're dead, you are done That's it You can forget it What about the resurrection? He says that our people are dead Negroes are dead Walking zombies You're the one that the book is talking about, who is dead Dead to the knowledge of yourself Dead to the knowledge of your own people Dead to the knowledge of your own God Dead to the knowledge of the devil Why, you don't even know who the devil is You think the devil is someone down inside the ground That's gonna burn you after you're dead Why, the devil is right here on top of this Earth And he's giving you hell everyday And you're still too dead to see it

[Intro: dread scott] Yeah, yeah, uh [Verse: dread scott] Ayo, I'm pissed off I'm in the third-world, swervin' in the rickshaw With my arm out the window, we don't miss, nah Have 'em all dippin' quicker than a TikTok, ha Or a shit start I mean, where'd you get the diamonds in your wristwatch? Had my brothers minin' through a thick fog Now you shining while we lyin', sittin' disarmed You're alive and so, I'm clappin', never sit calm Thirteen, I was thrown' rocks at cop cars Gettin' caught, never talk, we got lockjaw I don't fear no man, you are not God And you don't know a damn thing unless you Nardwuar [?] Lupin when I'm loopin', get to movin' when I'm shootin' If my two cents is a nuisance, change the music that you choose, and Never losin' with my tools in every track that I'm abusin' I'm a [?] that's sittin', loomin', shootin', mutin' with Hadoukens And Beretta straps, sent you the truth? Well, I got better facts The real don't die, we multiply like Henrietta Lacks That's why I never relax, seen them cap on hella tracks I kill 'em with rhymes just like my weapon got a pen attached Run it back, huh, you gon' need more shooters And they couldn't hold us back, I think you need more hoovers I'm endemic, I'm a problem, need like three more boosters I know them shots gon' miss, it's like I seen stormtroopers [Hook: dread scott] Niggas ain't tellin' the truth enough, huh You don't look like the truth to us Hand on they neck, I don't loosen up Seen the devil in the sky, is it Lucifer? Uh, uh

[Verse 1: dread scott] The sky walker, the night stalker, them sights on us I mic slaughter and move calmer, I'm like water A light talker, I might Dahmer the right targets To be quite honest, this life harder them fights taught us Like, oh God, fighting my own cause I'm tired of the cold calls, I rob Peter, rob Jesus and rob Paul Need a golden ticket like Roald Dahl, just ride with my road dawgs And drive like we stole cars, know we can do no wrong Just bombing back at Babylon, no hostages or cameras on A caravan of vagabonds, we zap 'em 'til the cancer gone And turn 'em to some Mastadons, dread scott Grab the whip and rip my master's arm same way that I grab batons From crooked police, I never turn the other cheek I think the pastor wrong, I seen them devils, no, I can't be calm They shooting and they dropping bombs, man It's way more than what yo G had What's an AK to a heat blast? From a laser powered MANPAD I'm the reason why them demons got them flags flying half-staff Them bars'll get ya ASCAP, we past that We bleeding, still spilling, my people been dealing With nigga killers, feed 'em to a pit of a lizards Crooked politicians, monkey suits and big guerrillas I can tell you just what Victor Bout, but he ain't out to kill us Really, I don't see a difference in them cold December winters Everybody out to pin us, out from prison into splinter cells, I'm moving with a mission Say he got the devil in him, he just sick, need penicillin When he spit, the pen is ceiling, raise the bar so I can fill it Spitting out my silver filling if you tryna make a killing Hope your appetite appealing, uh [Interlude: dread Scott, Jean (Attack on Titan)] These people called us "Island Devils" Said we'd kill them us all unless they killed us first We became what they thought we were And we're doing what they feared we'd do Because we have to In the end, it's on them This is only happening because the world picked a fight and lost (Yeah, yeah, uh) There wasn't anything that we could have done differently, was there? (Yeah, uh, yeah) [Verse 2: dread scott] Blessings from the demons, to my peasants and my heathens This the wreckage from the seasons, every message got a meaning If you step into the deep end, keep a weapon that you sheathing A menace for no reason, visit Mecca and Medina Since a fetus, I been the meanest, it's all that we know We got AC from the freezer and some heat from the stove A calm demeanor 'cause they creeping, so I'm keeping it low Seen em shift into a snake I know you seen Animoprhs So is you focused yet or broke a sweat? I'm moving like I'm Boba Fett My holster checked and scope is next, I aim it and feel no regrets I fix the odds and rose the bet, and broke through like I'm Morpheus The ghost of hopelessness and the feeling when you close to death This ghost repellant cloak a weapon, smoke a reverend, dope they selling Hold the record, hope and blessings, broke the pressure, bones and metal Coped and severed more depression, loans embezzled, homes in wreckage Ain't no telling what these devils do to snatch ya soul and sell it [Outro] The good news for the Black man is that he is on the verge of recapturing his position as ruler of the universe The bad news for the white man is that his long and wicked reign will shortly be over

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah [Verse 1] Moving past the masquerades I rather walk this path I lay I’m tired of the master’s ways But who gon cast this castaway? When the half the price they have to pay For lines as sharp as razor blades Can go to cats who cap for plays Who one day gon evaporate Like panthers in a black beret Im planning all the plays I made I seen em bucking near and I Ain't ever been to Tampa bay I showed 'em one piece And then I threw the fucking map away They too slow to copy me I guess that's why they half the pace Yasuke I’m like a ronin when I’m roaming Say they kings but never shoguns Know them posers ain’t no Moses You ain’t chosen, ain’t the coldest If you frozen, then I’m Sozin You ain’t even live a moment of them slogans you composing Son of the morning I’m like Lucifer Turning the acoustics up I’m Garvey Pac and Ali I was spawned up out the crucible They shooting youth as usual We show them what the tool’ll do Put holes through ya head big enough To fucking hula hoop Medulla too Large to hang with losers I put work in and its proven You quit working now you losing I’m a super Saiyan with verses laying I know my movements superhuman See they try to bite the god I told 'em this is not communion I’m SICK [Verse 2] And there's no narcotics stashed in my pockets No tech on him promise I'm Amish Plague these days we all became targets God complex erasing my conscience God, who’s next I’m moving too cautious Protecting my neck and losing my options I gotta bomb first on cops like 2Pac did [Bridge] Sick [Verse 3] Walking through the darkest tunnels Barking cause my dogs is muzzled Had to get off the muscle Working through the carpal tunnel Bending words unlocking puzzles Darker thoughts I pop the bubble Wicked off the top Rocking locs just like a walking jungle Striking like a panther fighting devils when I'm pouncing We are not the same if you grew up with an allowance They ask me have I ever been skiing in the mountains You stupid motherfucker I grew up in public housing This shit is too astounding Never throw the towel in I battle every day like we sparring up in Shaolin Showdown Think I'm in my zone now Niggas move like Goku they quick to pull the pole out Woah Had to stick to the script and never broke my code Say they shooting but they only movin' Nets like Hov Too much capping in they rapping and the same 'ole flows I'm the Jango of this shit and y’all is just some clones So, It's hard to hold back with all this wrath I'm fighting You either hold a strap or scribble tracks like raps I'm writing But they rather see us packed in Rikers on some whack indictments Striking at our necks like Attack on Titan I'm SICK

[Verse 1] I'm sick of rappers and tracks that they lie on You'll never crack top 5 you ain't dy-lan You don't want no smoke you a fye larm Watch me see it on fire like a five alarm Fear no man cause i been a god And i'll yell it from the roof of a synagogue When you spit the truth they say it's slimmer odds But this is big man things you a kevin hart And if i gotta be a man then I renaissance So i'm a work or art who got many parts Four hands gripping one mic tight like my nigga nas That's real firm Ether a verse and my words still burn Feel so immersed never had to kill nerves Deep in the dirt only way they will learn Dust to dust got ya favorite rapper stored in steel urn Too militant Too ignorant Tools different Who give a shit Dudes frivolous Doom imminent You devilish Oo he killing it Rappers weak that's sure enough Do not speak we heard enough Every verse im heating up Just to pack a punch like a shōnen jump JUMP My mission important Kicking the door in Killing opponents Callin me like commissioner gordon Rap game got a little too boring Might spit this in hieroglyphs My shit written in foreign Tongues The Chosen one Hotter than both suns on Obi-Wan I won Diamonds and guns and rings These are my favorite things Who coming for the king? I'm burning everything Pillaging villages Killing civilians You cannot stop the kid I been a problem since Inferno inferno I fear no inferno Inferno inferno [Verse 2] Now tell me who really wanna step to the kid You ain't stay with the heat know you really pretend I ain’t seen no proof where the evidence is? We bring it straight to ya door where ya residence is? This the dope they hide right where the president live Sinister flow he got the devil in him Got my finger on the trigger and I’m pressing it in You can still get smoked in Virginia, slim Ain’t no harmony in Harlem Every city look like Gotham Overun with crooked coppers All my niggas outta options All my dogs was sick of barking Had to fire off some toxins Wicked locs like im a Rasta Out the jungle like Mufasa

Ayo they too dull to blast through skulls I seen em dumb it down I’m razor sharp I raise the ark To see the summit now The earth starts to shake And mountains vibrate When my stomach growl Where i'm from the google maps car don't even come around The coldest Running from the po-lice 5 stars GTA we ain’t even hold controllers Still got the accuracy to put a second bullet where the first bullet hole is Now hold it Just as tight as my pencil is The Revelation and the genesis I know just what the ending is This is Nostradamus mixed with Pac Right in my penmanship My recordings more important Than words from a pastor I’m warning ya bastards This the end of days I seen them birds flying backwards Oh man, that’s a omen, they hands open You either saying amen And praying for a plan (breath) I’m outta options I rather keep one in my pocket To be a man I mean, bless ya soul I guess less is more Studied my lessons so I know them carnivores Rather turn us to some vegetables With steamed rice Just what it seems like Don’t fuck with the fox cause they seem nice We ain’t cut from the same cloth nigga ya seams light We was raised in the mud I remember them days in the cut Now is you aiming or what This a revolution Even my niggas in Marilyn Buck (Maryland Buck) And we tearing em up… Now just… AW MAN I was tryana deal with the RAW PAIN Ttyna get a grip in the WRONG LANE I was in the field like ALL DAY Nigga ALWAYS Praying for apocalypse Cause I ain't had a pot to piss I sparred with the devil way before I gained my consciousness And spawned in the world I had to learn just who the monster is These gods tormented me I’m feeling like I’m Obelisk It’s marvelous When they ain’t even give you no looks I had to go and find the answers I was searching the books I never been too concerned with the car that I push But im behind the 9/11 nigga I am George bush Now what’s a peacemaker Empty out the 36 chambers My life on the line but im used to cliff hangers Im right all the time time and they wish they could hang us Want the smoke and the beef niggas really cook Angus And put holes in ya back Back when hunters shipped slaves like Boba in fact Black mamba it's over when this cobra attack I'm in between life and death like Shrodinger's cat My omens spoken in rap im like AW MAN I was tryana deal with the RAW PAIN Ttyna get a grip in the WRONG LANE I was in the field like ALL DAY Nigga ALWAYS Muhammad Ali: Only last week, I murdered a rock Injured a stone Hospitalized a brick I'm so mean I make medicine sick Bad dude... They too dull to blast through skulls I seen em dumb it down I’m razor sharp I raise the ark To see the summit now The earth starts to shake And mountains vibrate When my stomach growl Where i'm from the google maps car don't even come around

Black Moses, rap’s coldest scribbling the scripture here I split the sea then rip MCs my victory is crystal clear Picturing my life like junji Ito tryana picture fear Cause what I seen’ll make you gouge ya eyes like victor creel Missed the real, the prophet’s back Think I been too calm with cats Swimming in the rivers where you often find pirahanas at Bucky with the arm attached Boba with the armor back Made in his image so its obvious that god is black Tryna be where Garvey at And move my people off the map These ZIP codes where they rip holes with the longest straps Either get arrested by the pigs or by the cardiac But who supplying the bloods with the guns causing heart attacks? Shock to ya body til ya neck gon spasm If you don’t show respect and follow code like “Yes, No, Madam” He only keep a tool because he know the rest gon have em And turn em to a ghost they leave him leaking ectoplasm I read those patterns Where im from it’s like the best don’t matter Hoping one make it out and so the rest gon manage A couple scars on my body please don’t press that bandage Cause if I test these canons they put ya head on backwards Black Moses, rap’s coldest scribbling the scripture here I split the sea then rip MCs my victory is crystal clear Picturing my life like junji Ito tryana picture fear Cause what I seen’ll make you gouge ya eyes like victor creel Going ghost I disappear Was not too many options here I had to use my fists for real To battle all the monsters here Until the day that god appear This blood’ll only calm my tears Mix of pro black and prozac I been popping pills Help with the recording If my health is so important Why these devils summon demons Yes I see them Demogorgon What’s the reason for them corpses Just some pieces of my corpus Help you notice why my aura been so hopeless When Im posting So since Jersusalem I’m weary of Yakubians They quick to try and do ya in and scatter ya brains like the zapruder film I’m in the grassy knoll with some Kush like a Nubian Vince Carter when I put my whole arm through the rim Echoing exuberance A menace and im proving it Channeling my demons just the meaning of my ruthlessness Excusing my demeanor kill a rapper in the booth with him Maybe show em mercy just depends whatever mood im in Black Moses, rap’s coldest scribbling the scripture here I split the sea then rip MCs my victory is crystal clear Picturing my life like junji Ito tryana picture fear Cause what I seen’ll make you gouge ya eyes like victor creel Life gon flash I’m in the cut turning up like its psycho pass A lapse in judgement when they went and let this psycho pass If I see the one who put us here I might go spazz You picked the wrong one today I let the rifle blast Now I’m thorns upon the blackest rose I left my home I had to go They couldn’t see my plans unfold They either down or they can’t roll Me and the devil settle scores He gave me all the strength To punish enemies all on my own Black Moses, rap’s coldest scribbling the scripture here I split the sea then rip MCs my victory is crystal clear Picturing my life like junji Ito tryana picture fear Cause what I seen’ll make you gouge ya eyes like victor creel

Hook: Shinigami, god body These devils wish harm on me I send em to god probably I spawn with a large army Always got them arms on me They sleeping and all zombies I’m reaching the stars, Kami Don’t plead if you can’t call me Verse 1: Whitey on the moon while we moon walking I let the tek speak like Siri my tool talking Only way to greet the devil one out of two options Join him in the battle or just aim at a few targets It’s too often Roaming round the streets with the body armor on Where im from its obvious that the holy god is gone I was born in the darkness of the alleys like im Spawn (The law)They make you put hands up like you tryna guard lebron Im making moves like a poltergeist We never really spoke to christ Every verse is scripture just to picture what im supposed to write A sickness burning deeper in the ether making covid light The reaper standing nearer with the scythe and he gon hold it tight Hook: Shinigami god body These devils wish harm on me I send em to god probably I spawn with a large army Always got them arms on me They sleeping and all zombies I’m reaching the stars, Kami Don’t plead if you can’t call me Verse 2: Black guerrilla terrorist Strapped up with a pair of sticks Even out the odds for my all people lost heritage Beefing with the gods for all the evils we inherited My forefathers bore farmers I had to reap to benefits Reaper seeking tenements Weakening my skeleton Reconnect my tendon in Speaking speech impediments Hard to keep pretending from Falling off the edifice Balling up a severed fist Harbored for my nemesis Blow it off on Tekken 6 Before I get to slitting wrists Most my people been depressed but no one ever give a shit Dealing with the evils been oppressed its why we hitting licks I got a itch to scratch and im fiending just to tickle it Miss the clip, I pistol whip I’m pissed and hit the missile quick My fits is like a triple kick I been the shit, too mischievous Dont kiss the ring I piss on it This pestilence is pestering My pen is like a sword I find ya throat and stick the pencil in Shinigami, god body These devils wish harm on me I send em to god probably I spawn with a large army Always got them arms on me They sleeping and all zombies I’m reaching the stars, Kami Don’t plead if you can’t call me Lord believe I fight so im sposed to bleed Quick draw with the pen where my holster be Leave before the ink dry I got folks to feed So I take off with speed like the Ghost of Kyiv We the ones them rotten troopers is killing In every state like quantum superposition Caught in brutalist system Got us all due for a prison Im in a coup with guerrilas Seen what they do to my niggas Treat you like you is a killer

Verse 1: God particle flow I start calm then i blow My dawgs already know I say salam to my folks The cops knocking the door Who got caught with a O We pop drop em and roll My block hot as the stove From IEDs that body teens and hardly leave em comatose If its poverty it's probably a reason for them ghosts Too common a robbery, for sovereignty and i don't mean to boast I waited in bread lines to get mine so i'm used to holding toast I toss a stone through a drone let it be known that my arm is deadly Glocks and semis More guns in the air than islamic weddings Calm and steady I rarely gossip cause it's toxic If it's problems only option is to rock And drop his noggin Tell me who as hot as i am Dread Scott he been a giant Pull up on the queen grave And I rip out her fucking diamonds perfect timing When im arriving Type of shit that I be rhyming Ain't what they wanna see you Like, comment or subscribing See the light like I was common Im just dropping common knowledge Every 1-6 I spit start more shit Than mobbing congress Its often lawless My job is to pen a novel to a novice Mic tight I grip the pen just like its tied to where my palm is It’s appalling How my people often starving I promise by any means them enemies Will be lying where Allah is Dread Verse 2: I don’t write in time I leave a signature See that bat in the sky that’s insignia Only difference is I wouldn’t talk to Gordon Jansportin courting something important for my demon sorting Toting a foreign this Russian get to census shorting Fox News informing like informants Eyes in the sky aligning algorithms in accordance We used to sacrifice for Jordan’s Now I’ve praying for Lebanon Palestine and Jordan So you can kick rocks im tired of contortion The man done manned up this straight extortion Got niggas trynna bear arms like a buckshot gon stop a drone Shoutout Basquiat of bars niggas Warhol on a microphone You should’ve known w.a.b.o don’t use my name in vain Make a bitch atone Catch 22...

Jihadi John kill em with the blade on cam Put the metal to ya head like chainsaw man X him out for X amount cause I live on 10 Rurouni Kenshin with the weapon when I grip my pen I done seen the bodies, shinigamis, ghosts and demons too Just surviving with the rhyming things we been accustomed to Feds knocking, moving product, but we know they hustle too All the violence just a sign of everybody's troubled youth A couple tools I use to try and still no means Say a prayer for the haters just to read my Deen All my anger used to hang up and I feel no thing I mean its crazy tryna deal when I just see low green I pick and roll with every blow So who passing me the rock? Or I can do it on my own and so who passing me the Glock? I know them pigs is on patrol I'm a panther when I drop This that dandruff flow because I'm nasty off the top

Devil tryna go and put us back in a noose You better duck duck before they snatch ya canada goose We barely passing in school, more used to passing a tool Was calm collected and cool now im back to acting a fool You said you aiming at who? Ayo im planning a coup Too many rappers just target practice they whack in the booth My pen and pad is a work of madness I’m Kwame Nkruh Mah, you be surprised to see the damage I do Spit til im cracking a tooth Sick like im catching the flu My order 66 a kill these kids like Anakin do This burden taxing prolly rip thru the average dude In high school you was the man homie, fuck happened to you? Ayo we chant down Babylon until the clock stop ticking I keep my armor in ramadan the plot gon thicken Y’all more comic con it’s obvious im not gon listen When its more feds in the street than when a white girl go missing Hook: I got a right to be hostile I got a right to be hostile.. (they put the white in our nostrils?) My schematics a map of supreme mathematics I’m passing phantoms my canvas my key apparatus They rather pack us for practice where we catching passes I patch the plans up and black up to blasting back at masters I even slap the pastor Lights, camera, action Lets see who hands is faster I spaz and hatch a stanza These devils ask I answer I had to fasten blasters I seen a lotta ghosts they never match or resemble casper Was never friendly they rather end me I’m grasping a semi I know fear strong than love we study Machiavelli Im makaveli trained for combat the tactic is deadly Cause they can shoot at any moment, step back and a hesi I know they taxing us plenty So grab the strap and im ready Beware the beast of Babylon we sit in the belly Until the warring is over From boulevards to Angola Only south i know is south of the canadian border

A ruthless kid who shoot thru ribs Who used to go and shoot thru rims We doing dirt, we used to it Them politician suits’ll fit The average criminal don’t wear a ski mask He wear Hugo shit I lived everywhere except the city where the heroes live I flip the blade a million ways To make for my mix of pain A list of names and pistol aimed For every face that switched up lanes See my targets, hit the range I'm off the rocker, bit deranged I slit a couple jugulars to feel they blood I missed the rain The sun just set My son don’t fret Im starving way too often I ain’t satisfy hunger yet I made a promise to my younger self and I don’t lose on bets Im losing sleep not losing stress Was way too deep and too depressed Cause what if a co-sign from jid is as big as I’ll ever get They say im too devilish I show em what terror is Was born with the coldest wrist My home was a horrid pit I roll with some dobermans In the jungle where cobras live I’m accustomed to horror flicks I know customs gon cuss the kid Cause I stomped in with customs kicks On my conscience a constant hiss From the bombings and other shit That’s too common I often tick Its a symptom of how we live All the muscle im mustering Just to hold til the chorus hit Who the culprit who sculpted this Think it starts where the pulpit is But too often they bombing kids We all hoping for hopelessness Think a post is the dopest fix To a hoax that’s apocalypse But they boasting and talking shit Til them coffins from coughing fits Get u caught in sarcophagus Wait, wait Who sold off all the bricks? Who cut the nose up off the sphinx? I seen a lot of rainy days And so im built for cuban linx It’s a wonder how I keep my calm cause usually im pissed I done seen enough to make you wanna go and call it quits Children crying rivers dying agent orange, phosphorus I was walking thru the desert where they say the prophet lived I done seen them shady deals where evil demons profiting Whether they rob and steal they job to kill They pushing to who popping pills You copy this is not a drill It’s rocky in them hidden hills Still, I will kill I don’t want to But I will if I got to Bomb first like Pac do Take off at Mach 2 Dump gawd like Mach too 5 7’s like haikus You see just how I move We striking at high noon Bloods, crips and pyroos Appetite primal We keeping it tribal The only way for survival

I seen hell it's a slow burner Fuck the world over For turning a cold eye and a blind shoulder Never mind what time told us Take a line and rhyme potent Only way i stay focused Even though i pray, hopeless My aim remain unfazed Them angels came and skipped our place These ghosts is home they ripped my face These scars is all they left in trace I was tryna keep the pace And watched my home evacuate The ghost of sparta all that talking Marinate my inner hate Wait I played with tamagotchis Fore I ran from shinigamis With a badge them federales Rather turn me to a body Down a chopper from the coppers Like we running with Somalis My niggas in timbs buck too And I ain't never been to Mali From the land where God left Black bodies in coffins Cops holding us hostage Pressure pressing me constant No narcotics Stashed in my pockets No tech on him Promise i'm Amish