[Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz]
Digital Bible rap prophecy revolves the Earth in pit stops
“Specialist” “On the Mic,” punch-in-the-face hip hop
You can’t bust back—I crack shells like weak pottery
Lobby the street—possibly done properly
Probably—populations ponder popularity
We’ll see. Erratically, I switch polarities
Navigate space through bars fantastically
The art of energy spark the symmetry, limit me
In rhythm speed, I bone beats to gift the seeds
Snakes suck my double-edged blade ‘til the venom scream
Faces of death, unheard verbs will kill and scream
Drop skills and beam my Millennium thing
Barcode fiends identify through UPCs
Scan your retina. [?] swole like [?]
Low pressure. Prose let us change cloak like Fletcher
Pass work through your sector, lie in a stretcher
Your army together, bring pressure while the streets get redder
(Streets get redder)
[Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long]
Left, right steps forward march. My fleet takes it to streets
Early rise at a 6 AM wakeup call to the sound of clapped heat
All you see is open mustard bombs and smoke clouds linger through the air
Physiqued bandits run to their moms
Face covered, you can’t make out they descriptions
Everyone’s moving in the same patterns
All taking positions from [?] left painting the scriptures on papers dirt-red
From the spill of blood due to the previous battle night
Non-sight vision sees bodies dead
Enter the battlefield a day after walking victorious, face flush
With joy when my conquer with enemy allies got crushed
Some reveal the game cons us
We’re left to decay in septic clouds of dust
Fatal addiction, slept, and slave to lust
Secrets no longer hush, still silent
Tongues sweet, speaking violence
Digital Bible rap prophecy revolves the Earth in pit stops
“Specialist” “On the Mic,” punch-in-the-face hip hop
You can’t bust back—I crack shells like weak pottery
Lobby the street—possibly done properly
Probably—populations ponder popularity
We’ll see. Erratically, I switch polarities
Navigate space through bars fantastically
The art of energy spark the symmetry, limit me
In rhythm speed, I bone beats to gift the seeds
Snakes suck my double-edged blade ‘til the venom scream
Faces of death, unheard verbs will kill and scream
Drop skills and beam my Millennium thing
Barcode fiends identify through UPCs
Scan your retina. [?] swole like [?]
Low pressure. Prose let us change cloak like Fletcher
Pass work through your sector, lie in a stretcher
Your army together, bring pressure while the streets get redder
(Streets get redder)
[Verse 2: L.I.F.E. Long]
Left, right steps forward march. My fleet takes it to streets
Early rise at a 6 AM wakeup call to the sound of clapped heat
All you see is open mustard bombs and smoke clouds linger through the air
Physiqued bandits run to their moms
Face covered, you can’t make out they descriptions
Everyone’s moving in the same patterns
All taking positions from [?] left painting the scriptures on papers dirt-red
From the spill of blood due to the previous battle night
Non-sight vision sees bodies dead
Enter the battlefield a day after walking victorious, face flush
With joy when my conquer with enemy allies got crushed
Some reveal the game cons us
We’re left to decay in septic clouds of dust
Fatal addiction, slept, and slave to lust
Secrets no longer hush, still silent
Tongues sweet, speaking violence
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