The Watchmen

[Verse 1: Cambatta] Another posse cut I'm the cocky fuck That no one knows that fucked, the roster up Then you spark a blunt & hear a God amongst Men-nonite (Men or Knight), Christ on cross with a pen to write My ink blood, I'm penning life ‘til I’m heaven’s height Do CID, And dream a dream so lucid I'll travel back in time before you lived Threaten your father a day before shooting you in And make him fuck your mom to my music, like ‘Batta’s that new shit I’m opposite Newton, I’m Scottie on Ewing My shottie so spoiled, B-B-BRAT! I'm shooting Fornicate a lot, I’ll record a rape and watch While freebasing a quarter eight of rock, I'm stupid Recognize patterns mind, Seven times Saturn wide 1/1 suicides, genocide, recognize I forever shine so bright, that I’m wrecking eyes Your retina’s blind like Helen's eyes (Smoke!) I'm sitting on the porch with my sociopathic ass Liquor by the quart, and a O of that Cali grass This shit is like a fort, I'm a soldier that battles tracks Not a sacrificial lamb of that battle in Iran I ain't chattel, I am cam The lower case version Still smoking dro, even though I ain't working Fuck a vote ballot, I’m stuck in my home rapping ‘Till the flow is so dope I give Oprah a coke habit [Verse 2: Styles P.] You fucking with the reaper mothafucka I slice ya face like it was pizza mothafucka .44 Magnum decease a mothafucka Put’em on a t-shirt, rest in peace the mothafucka Faces on a mural, I fry'em quicker than a churro Carve my name in his chest like Zoro It ain’t a Z it's a P though I’m a shooter like Türkoğlu, Hedo (heater) Throwing up the D sign looking like a 3 though Throwing up the B sign looking like a 3 though 6 niggas dead souls float by the weed smoke I ain’t the nigga you try to act like a G-Folk All these rappers on this hardcore shit I ain’t the nigga to play Hardball with Yeah I was pitching, but it was never on the mound I grab the strap and lay whoever on the ground Handcuffs, duct tape, never make a sound Your brain is fragile like it never take a round It goes BLAP! then lights out Headcrack, no dice out Your man was talking hardcore shit, broke right out Night brings the wolves out, And wolves bring the knifes out The shit go like that, my handgun is a whore ‘cause she blow like that [Verse 3: Nino Bless] Unleash the beast from inside I'm DMT for you writers This is as easy as a target 3-feet from a sniper Like, here's why you won't see me on TV After I spit, they said he's a alien, I'd B(e), ET of the cypher I, can't be defeated despite the media’s vices I'm a tyrant spliced with Jesus & Leonidas' features I just, seem so righteous My soul's in flight like Vegeta It’s the “Takeover” fueling Nas while I'm writing this “Ether” That god-sent type, archetype I bark and bite, I'm that Marquez right, TAKE HEED My marketing hype, bars, don't try to hate, please Look, ya wanna hear Bless so bad that you'll fake sneeze Lately, this Ape's on a track rape spree Taking me out's like trying to get DMX on a Drake Beat Speaking of Drake, here's some shit for the ladies To my ex: I hope she's bit by a pit with some rabies Just kidding I'm gravy, Bless is fulfilled inside With will survived, I built and thrived & still arrived Feel the rise of the realest I, will come thru ill advised while you bumping Kendrick, and kill ya vibe (Bitch!) Can't clone me, a wolf in the land of the lamb, homie Fuck ya whole team up, I'm D'Antoni Got plans homie, I want a crib next to Regis But I'll still stay ghetto like selling Swedish Fish during Freakniq [Verse 4: Crooked I] I’m on that Long Beach G-Shit I’m on that “Fuck all of my teachers who said I would never be shit,” Look at me now, I am THE Shit I keep a pistol that’ll hit you in the stomach and make you pee shit Rap’s future, the last goon Been a strap shooter, since Brand Nubian’s Grand Puba was that dude Man I clap rugers, and I’m Zab Judah with jab moves I’m that stupid, to jack-move you in a bathroom Like a mad looter (Luda), from Vancouver to Cancun, My mac chew your food Man I’m cool on the stab wounds Them other boys shank you No you can’t outrun bullets, but I’d rather catch up to you And Point-Blank you Introduce the ketchup (catch up) to you That Heinz dripping, tell your life it ain’t no more Rollies, ya time’s ticking I just killed the biggest prick in the world Now this nigga’s hitting this girl with the biggest dick in the world Hitting her till she fixing to earl, no lick in her pearl She all about, cock and nuts like mixing a chick and a squirrel HaHa, Welcome to Mi Vida Loca The Reverend said I’ll see Heaven when Hell freezes over I told him bury me in my Jesus Piece The ice is cold enough to freeze Haiti I’m guaranteed to see Jehovah Homie, I couldn’t write Slaughterhouse without my therapist And tell Sarah Palin that I pal around with terrorists