Mixture of Muhammad

[Nas sample *scratched up*] "And this is war..." [Kevlaar 7] Aiyo, guru of rhyme voodoo, guns big as metullus Room two realms, yo watch me cool off hell My grill ain't icey, but for real, I get dicey And slice three books into the gospel of me Fifty states of mayhem, in my bridge, bread Dred scott for the basis, give me my brush to paint this Aim razors at faces, the man dated us nameless Now flavors are tasteless, the wind just takes it I have a gift and gender to uplift, come on Vocal sample lady, yo sing that shit I came and went, blazed and bent Drawn from a hard aiming and paid my rent, god damn it Specializing, life times of rhyming and climbed To do crimes, man, to spit full time I seen ray rock inside beams of sunshine Inhale rell, exhale scenes of lifetimes Islands are heavy, steady spit deadly hybrid Climbed ten ladders, leap inside my brain matter The rap Mad Hatter, splatter alpha all over the grand delta Melt the beats, and put 'em off my shelter Felt the lightning strike, when pipes compress Digress, see my fatigue, painted thoughts come across, it's raw Forces, ain't eating pork, declare law as I put John Hawkins, in every icey fort Torch the good chip, black coles in a poor pit Forfeit the North, bitch, 7 and floss this Sativa reef advantage, feed the mirror Intense insence, spread fear and icey whispers Deliver, flaming labels, spit omega fables Cradle graves in my arms and lay in level angles Angels visit basonets, whistle clarinets Cuz I rush my last moments on murky clouds of death... [sample] Who is that man who's to bear Who looked into my soul.. [Nas sample *scratched up*] "And this is war..." "And this is life... and I'm the hardest..." [Canibus sample *scratched up*] "My offense is a mixture of Muhammed..."