tick, tock

, king push, rza, razor, execution, the devil is a liar, you ain't broke bread, til you taste the devil's pie, they say his laugh sounds like an angel when he cries, what better camouflage when the halo's your disguise, them wings don't fly, your traitor is your neighbor, at your front porch, and he's handing you your paper, bathrobe on, but the swords underneath, and they wanna see your blood, as it pours in the street, it's the mark of the beast, the meek shall inherit the earth, the weak shall inherit the dirt, you each should of perished at birth, still born or aborted, every street tax gotta come with an audit, either your life or your loved ones, straight razor or a snub gun, from the village where the thugs from, same corner that you copping all your drugs from, he a hero but he unsung, i'm the one, the chambers is 36, the new and improved, now make a move, these guns whistle, sizzle up dudes, who got big mouths, no power, run to the bank, with no dollars, got the nerve to switch crews, we better then the rest of them, my guess is the estrogen, and all the money we got, will move like the mexicans, and cartel, compound, and carvel, the large scale, it's scarsdale, i fuck with golf, now, shallah's ill, yeah, the coke is fresh, straight out of bermuda, yo, i'm chilling on the beach in boca, chica with tuna, salads and palaces, yo, we smoke out them chalices, passing off balances, and bread til the island, since, ninety eighty four, the blow is just more, then we would come through with rifles, rocking night boots in war, a real niggas invention that came from a henchman, who blew up, now through the wu up, that's my redemption, "drug dealer, been that nigga half my life, drug, drug dealer, been that nigga half my life, you niggas talking, but you ain't never them, imagine been first name basis with the kingpin", god i was lucifer's neighbor, you wouldn't believe some of the things these people do for this paper, moving with lasers and the rugers, make a move, you make the papers, lose-lose situation, sweat up blood, you get to choose what you bath in, a chemist cook work, the runner's foot work, the customs took work, the soldiers put work in, on any one of them muthafuckas who fuck up good work, bosses tell 'em good work, that just how the hood work, northface bubble with eight bundles under it, gold front upper lip smile while i was hugging it, i lied, i wasn't lucifer's neighbor, he who i'm fucking with, my mom blew that snow in her nose, but i would hustle it, champ hoodie, mongoose with the pads, clap your stoup up, hit mom dukes in the legs, that's beef, nigga, ya'll ain't street niggas, ya'll peep niggas, write it down and try to be niggas, fucking everything, neck heavy swing, second hand swept across that pretty break leg, in that nissan honda chevy thing, peddling, whatever bring, fetti' in, steadily i fed my whole time, in this art of war, my pen stroke is picasso, niggas get the picture, i ain't gotta paint the nostrils, you know my origin is over, when, fat black bitches singing over organs, die for a dollar, pride you don't swallow, you save that for the one you buying red bottoms, yuck, that's the price you gotta pay for it, alls fair love and war, she masquerade for it, woo, jack-o-lantern push, trick or treat, fucking shit, i earned it off the books, now listen to me vent, when you sit and watch, it's like tires being spinned, shots from everywhere, but they never make a dent, knight in shining armor, mistake me for the villain, cuz my vengeance is your karma, yeah, fear is knowing your a goner, it's music to my soul cuz it's death before dishonor, gone, got the tongue of a pimp, raised by a dirty preacher, that used the church money, to cop a new beemer, got the heart of a child, raised by a prostitute, that bought his mama the rubbers when the john came through, it's the microphone methadone, bringers of that extra stone, you ain't getting pussy like your prom date had a chaperon, popping pills, got a nigga brain like a labyrinth, called the ho on purpose but i got the brain on accident, niggas, i'm your majesty, show up with a bag of weed, roll a blunt so perfect, thought it came up out a factory, my manuscript be the man with the boldest grapes, the insomniac with nightmares in sixteens, i'm a wet dream, dry sense of humor, travel in class like a high school rumor, no one really cares if your embarrass us with style, cuz when it comes to them raps, you been letting us down, so tell 'em why you mad, son, gotta get it off your chest, let 'em know how you feel, son, ya'll gotta say what you gotta say, it don't matter, they gon' say a nigga hating, anyway