Forty Deuce Hebrew

(Verse) The truth is being cast aside We’ve been dooked into a vast mirage I’m a cross between master fon and a astronaut Murderous appetite, war games and transic cops Virginal sacrifice, coronage of panic ops Father of abomination like Manson's pops Blood ceremony homie, make sure the dagger's sharp Pocket down briefcase, exchange cosmic shots Diamonds and golden guns, smashing you with hands of bronze Rap pin calm with the cameras on Drop the creek, touch a gramatonic Babylon I’m 1000 horse power when the mag the bomb With more than enough fire power to splatter yall It puts a shootout at the Grimy Awards, I spent 90 in court I took the murder and deprive assault Beat the case, roll the dice and I walk Like a forty deuce Hebrew played the corner of a mic when I talk (Hook x4) The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive I slap-box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph (Verse) From gunning to glory, another young hustler’s story Learn from the mistakes of my uncle that done it before me But choppa base death, horror, leave children crying Get out like slayer throat form, slick pushin rhymes Young shooters bring a pistol full Caught up in that crucifixion rituals While worshiping Lucifer habitual The streets raised me, I’m from Brooklyn like Jordan to Jay-Z To be where I’m from is a great thing While yall daydream I make things happen Get things clapping, spray things laughing 18 I stopped taking acid, But it left a stain on my brain that remain massive Thoughts of perceptional open 'til they lay me in a casket Until I stop making murder rap Because the bible was written by those who were givens - the earth is flat And I’ll be dead before this war stops Praying that the author of the Warlocks the will throw rocks (Hook x4) (Verse; H.R.) Yes, you bring some praises to the king of kings And the lord of law is pumping my new frap of luna He looked to, I’m bringing my Moscone and I’m like me welcome also I’ve got a mind out of my mind Oh I been up so once you love Either Moscone, boy that’s your low Boy let us do what she like Kikeraimis Jerusalem Il al alum, asrahum Jehovia alam Slash ey lovey Steve link some praises too, to the king of kings I’m the prophet lovay, I got out it Of the almighty twelve tribes of Israeli And the only holy god of Israel and also everywhere With the purples drink And the supernatural beings Supernaturalistic kings and queens, yeah With the purples drink And the supernatural beings In the burning bright At the shining light The will to chill with Ill Bill