The Gospel

[Produced by Marcus D] [Verse 1: Planet Asia] Universal math blowin this purpose for the turf Burst the AR, protect ya seeds and earth M16 my motto follow the leader or proceed For penalty from powerful kings I'm back spittin Happily shittin on crews my fuse lit, cause y'all cats is comedy Kathy Griffin the mic emperor Knights Templar controllin my temper Waiting on my shrimp tempura Rap pharaoh solid beam sword nah mean lord? Under like we're paramagnetic to the Ouija board Sorcery skrilla power Allah Hassam Medallions I rally around fortune and killers and dealers Still Cali bound torchin you niggas Front on my shit my niggas might alter your image It's like that nigga dart throw the art show thought so You fuckin cartoons get your face blown off partial [Verse 2: Nightclubber Lang] I'm the envisionist precision with the penmanship Salt for the listeners to judge me off the sentences Words plus the verbs and the adverbs to walk with Burn any nerd with some traction to hock spit Launch a loogey the headbanger boogie That concrete spit be the opposite of booshie When life's like a movie that symbolizes lefts and the rights And surprises Karim got the hijinx Jokes and the caps I'll provoke any scrap I'm the wild thing the Tone Loc vs. most local rap Or the Funky Cold Medina or the theme when you walk into the ring John Cena Or the Barry Bonds see ya I'm the Thing, Kurt Russel with a little bit of muscle Who scenesters be knowin be the man with the hustle Fuckin Nightclubber Lang with a bang plus a bang Stands for change watch us rearrange the motherfuckin game