Warrior

[Verse 1: Pilgrim] Thank God for the wisdom to bust on the mic As we proceed, can we please say a prayer Seen evil ones greed as they kneel and they flee The hammer back and forth still can't touch this Cause above come the stars and beyond them the bars Designed for your mind, in the cold of the night When the sun shone bright turned the darkness to light At the other side of town as they all took flight In the heat of the night, where they all lay down At the bottom of the altar, cramped in the shelter Moaning and groaning, praying for the helper The one called the comforter, sent by the master Shown in the vision, the very conclusion Before it all begun who knew the battle won See we don't deal with the swag, now we only deal with wisdom Put them in delirium, when they try to test him Swinging swords random, don't burst like the condom Cause they just front, they ain't really from the kingdom We keep it really real, still the microphone fiend It's straight from the underground, where knowledge be the king At times obscene, cause fiends need green It travels with the light but then it's back on the scene Cause we the diamond in the dirt, but then we rise like the Christ Our message spreads around to the heads round the globe They plan to be dope, so they can sit on the throne But clones just drones and my blows heal bones So listen up close when we tell you what it is It's something like Solomon handling the biz Siggidy showing 'nough flex, we tell your what's next See fakers think they hard but we know they all fraud You need to swing swords with the ones that Lords You sing it like a chord and you never mince words Cause the techniques iller, the flows more realler The grim dark reaper, dime piece owner The coast to coaster, lyrical avenger Bronze skinned warrior, listen up closer We've seen more visions than the naked eye sees A bite of the fruit and you leave with the Eve So listen up Steve, you need to take heed You read it in the Scriptures and you best believe Now the price of redemption, you know we got to mention It's called the crucifixion, the lyrical addiction The Itto Ogami, Shogun's assassins Dark skinned warrior, never will I loose ya'll You think this is a game, you think this is a joke You need to take tokes of the lyrical attack Yo pass it, pass it and bring it on back The games all wack and your techniques slack You can't hang that where the real lords stack There are peeps in the streets who be laying on their back So bring in on hard before you all get smashed Yeah bring it sharp before you all get slashed Bring on hard or you will get smacked What good is running when you're on the wrong road No time like the present when your gunning for the goal So let the truth be told and knuckle heads fold We the sun's of the God we ain't afraid of your ghosts [Verse 2: Jakk Roberts] When they wonder what you worried for Say who wants war with the warrior See when I draw for the sword they get smoked like a commodore Look I'm a king akin to Cassius Clay in the ring And I wring and spin necks, like Versatyl spins decks And bring death, stretch, grinning and fling flesh You're springing and string heads ahead of my next foe For a leak heat with each beat but they speak and be dead cold On it, so let's go, yo I promise I'm big Chris With a mix of Will Wallace, Chuck Norris with six fists Seeking to chuck knowledge from college to clip slums As I slump the damn crooks, robin hoods, they could split funds Better stick with a split tongue, cause they sprung on a quick buck But my mind's like a peace sign when it switches go get fucked Lie you gon' get cut, need stitches, then get struck Call shmuck, you gon' get stuck, it's sucks but I guess shucks It's such, luck don't favour the draw I don't play cause my prey pay when I play with my sword Pay prays to the Lord, for mister courier I'll let you go but let them know about the warrior