Guillotine

[Intro] A coward dies a thousand deaths, but a soldier dies once. It is written, warfare is the greatest affair of state, the basis of life and death, the way to survival or extinction, therefore structure it according to the following five factors: Tao, Heaven, Earth, General and Laws [Hook] With the spirit of God in me I'll come back from the dead As a lyrical prodigy Taking aim at the threads Of the people who buried me Now it's off with they heads Lay him under the guillotine Let the chopping commence [Verse 1] Yeah, back from the dead But what became is a newer me Left a crack in my head My nigga ain't the same as he used to be Escaped, capture and fled Left behind the pain and the jewelry Now it's off with their head For trying speak down on my name at the eulogy Ahh, yeah, told y'all niggas You can kill flesh but can't hold my spirit Put a thorn crown on my head and then left me for dead (Shocked!) When I rose like Jesus Now death becomes you Behold, any aspects left will crumble But tried to be humble But karma comes back tenfold Slapped you, it was fresh was from you This ain't me no more, it's the chief talking, doing God's work I hear the streets talking, but the streets rocking like a concert And by that I mean, all that hard shit is gone converse Is this real nigga, causing I am living it, and I'm damn willing to put God first So I'm the bomb first, anything that happens believe it been prayed on Nothing but death and destruction, coming like a thief in the night when we wait on When that soul rise and my face appears in their eyes, I'mma stay strong Better watch how you play with me, then I'mma suffer them out from the séance [Hook] [Verse 2] Tomahawk chopping, bit by bit, in the way of my obstacles I rise to occasions, when nay-sayers say it's impossible They wanna hold me down, underwater long with no oxygen But what's that to a shark, I'mma eat niggas like a main course lobster meal Yeah, Like Nat G-E-O, Black Gold in here with a black CEO Smack y'all niggas with a hashtag we on I'm unforgettable, Nat King C-ole Y'all forgot about me, well here, let me remind you Punch in a route to find me, GPS ho says I'm right behind you With a bone to pick, (I'll) never let a nigga do me wrong again Said y'all rappers all child's play, now I vow to say, I'm on grown up shit Like Miley Cyrus, you ain't gotta like you, but you gotta respect me This is my Yeezy moment, and I'll interrupt anybody who'll let me Plant the flag down in my city soil, and let the roots grow Struck black gold and it's shooting high so let the roof blow This KC nigga, strictly a fuck you, pay me nigga No coast legend, like Will Smith, I'mma do it all, by my lonely to say what's living, ahh [Hook] [Outro] Behold, I come like a thief. Blessed is he that watches, and keepeth his garments, so that he doesn't walk naked, and they see his shame