Amena Sehay, I Mean It's A God

(альбом: Attack Of The Future Shocked, Flesh Covered, Meatbags Of The 85 - 2020)

Oh shit!
Fuck!
You fucking bitch!

I had killed a man
A man who looked like me
Whose mother and father looked like my mother and father
And nothing happened
The police didn't come after me
No one did
I could've killed others if I wanted too afterwards

VVS five five sixes, hop out the VSS
Hit Julius with the .45 5 times and told him to keep the rest
Arm leg leg, arm head, dead
Then delete his chest
Leave him sleeping, like he was needing rest
Get your kids touched like I'm Jelani Minaj
Skip town like a pilgrimage like it's probably Hajj
David Blaine and similar to Cain how I bounce and be gone
If time is money, then I'mma count it in bonds
Until the minute hand, took your mini man and niggas' plans is to
Put the pound to the God
Everything I lost I found in Allah
Like a space I found and could crawl
If I face the ground I might [?] but the titties would balance my fall
It took me a good hour and a blunt of sour just to prescribe you these bars
I was getting the gold out the bottom while you was watching the towers turn to clouds and being astound by it all
Life path twenty-two, this the master teacher
How you gon' rap and be us when you was too scared to stand in class with your notepad and speak up?
Shit amazes me, you niggas soft or, maybe it's Mabeline
Maybe the [?] squeeze, the beam a green light like Yoda's saber beam
A24 with the shot, this my Snowpiercer
Hit below his vest, he shit on himself
Now his hoe kneeling
Caught up with the rest, cooked him like a chef, now his bro pleading
Burned the whip and then a nigga got low at the Four Seasons
Slice a eighty fiver like a motherfucking papaya
I don't use loose-leafs I wrote this bitch down inside a papyrus
This shit some powder, and the sound of my silence sweet as Godiva
But I'd be lying if I said this wasn't scribed to incite violence