(Verse)
As I kick in the door with a dirty sick banger
To take you from the 4th to the 36th Chamber
With True Master and RZA on the perfect break
Been a Wu Gambino since The Pillage and The Purple Tape
So chill! For these darts peal through your hard shield
With raw skill like in Park Hill where the God's build
It's all real kickin' some incredible slick shit
Beheaded by a sword made of metal that's liquid
Besides rap it's like I took a silence vow
Goin' wild with that Island of Shaolin style
Microphones I don't pass, you ain't worthy to hold
And got soul like the Bastard who's Dirty and Ol'
No PCP but PLO freakin' the funk
Don't puff dust but put alotta kieff in the blunt
It's the S-T-S-T-A-T-I
C for L-I-F-E, right?
Just a little somethin' to give back to fans
Havin' em like "Oh Shit! That was Sam!"
So never I have rest, too terrified of death
As I sever rivals necks I'm the Rebel INS
Cause even though I know I'm not the popular one
I'm still phenomenal when rhymin' like the Prodigal Sunn
Cause over deadly instrumentals I am still a beast
Weighin' so Heavy on my Mental I could Killah Priest
A 60 Second Assassin who's got the will to win
But through forgiveness is the only way to Killa Sin
But you ain't got the ability or the skill to harm me
I've got enough artillery that I could Killarmy
Opponents haven't gone to war with their life since
After seeing the sword that was forged by the 9th Prince
Brother of Bobby Digital as it would have it
From Prince Rakeem to Zig Zag RZA the Abbot
Bring the Ruckus, and I'll be forced to fight you
If you cross Jesus Christ, I'm the 4th Disciple
Cause you don't understand what my soul represents
I've been a Sun of Man since the Old Testament
Praises due to Mathematics Allah
Earth, Moon, and Tony Starks, captured classical thoughts
Never went to college got an urban given God degree
Knucke Headz, on Rainy Dayz, learning Crimonology
Persevere to persist but make it seamless
Given Zero Assistance cause I'm a Genius
Helpin' men after they fall to renew strong
Hugged him with Golden Arms and said it's all up to U-God
Cause now MCin' means more to me than breathin'
Even more than chocolate deluxes or butter pecan Ricans
Cause when it comes to C.R.E.A.M. I'm Don Don Cappacino
Mixed with War Poetry like Killarm's Dom Pachino
Camouflage Killa Bees swinging giant swords
Equipped with Dirty Silent Weaponry for Quiet Wars
Shit Iz Real, it's the cards we were faced with
Like Rugged Child speakin' to The Lost Generation
The 8 Diagrams have combined as one
Like Ironman holdin' up the Iron Flag with the Iron Lung
The Grandmasters of recent verses
Underground jewels are hidden Beneath the Surface
Seek for purpose, cause God is within you
Regardless of anything The Saga Continues
Spreadin' wealth to the poor to make the rich fail
Feedin' our Supreme Clientele with More Fishscale
Bullets ricocheting off of Wallets of sharkskin
From Pretty Tony Stark's kin, LA The Darkman
To rep for the whole city indivisible
An entity of principle, the Witty Unpredictable
The Diary of a Madman's what it's comin' too
2 Cups of Blood, 2 blunts of bud, it's The W
If you Hear Come The Gravediggaz you're in trouble
6 Feet Deep with a Pick, Sickle, and a Shovel
Inmates of Fire you can smell from the Danger
Like Hell Razah, raisin' hell with the flavor
Severe Punishment and certain disaster
Looks like the work of a Masta
Longtime Style P collaborator Fortes serves up instrumental versions of eight of his productions for the New York rapper. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2020
