Razor Gloves
(专辑: God Of The Serengeti - 2012)
It's not a
possibility you could ever survive That's just the
logicality of the
Devil inside Any ounce of goodness in me was never revived Disconnected or completely connected with God The
hell-hound spellbound where destiny lie The
bells sound, nailed down, the
effigy cry A
couple rappers want a
beef they respectfully die They ended up losing they teeth, but I
left them alive I
crush a
skull with one hand, the
other a
spine I
snap a
motherfucker head, he dead on the
dime I
carve a
muh'fucker up like Geppetto with knives That's the
magic of the
Persian and Arab design That's the
marriage of exertion, inertia defined That's the
savage that was perfectly nurtured in time I
put pacifists in caskets, my version of crime I'm an assassin and my passion is bursting your mind God of the
Serengeti [R.A. The
Rugged Man:] Sirens and ambulances in the
streets, there's race riots and panthers And cops hosing down innocent bystanders Hand grenades and shanks, automatic bullets, pray to the
banks Government emergency, military sending in tanks How did I
get in this position? I'm sick of living Kevorkian vision and bridge jumping, razor blade wrists slitting In the
car garage carbon monoxide sniffing, wine glass full of cyanide sipping Russian roulette, the
chamber's spinning Death by my own manslaughter, I'm going out like Ernest Hemingway And his sister and his brother and his father and his granddaughter Society losing religion, there's too much heat in Lucifer's kitchen Never know if a
politician's speaking truth or fiction You spit with true conviction you'll be the
victim of a
crucifixion The
hangman will leave you from a
noose swinging and ruin your mission Not every punk on the
street is recruitable These snitches will start singing and turn the
police precinct into a
musical Most these thugs is snitching ass cowards You ain't nothing but somebody's bitch in prison getting dick in the
showers Too many sleeping on me like narcolepsy, my weapon arsenal is deadly I'm definitely an artist, they ain't ever market it correctly Piss on the
pavement in the
public, jerk my dick on the
Fox News Police piss me off, I'll pull it out and piss on they cop shoes Come on God of the
Serengeti You gonna turn this robbery to a
homicide The
Desert Eagle is lethal, evil personified Dominicans here take you for a
dollar ride You want beef you gonna lose god stop his vibe I
don't respect life, pussy if you die, you die Most high, Rastafari, I
and I
I'm always gonna keep it gutter like a
five and dime And when I
die the
prophecy gonna stay alive Yeah, and y'all should study all the
things that's written About the
Roman Empire and the
Kings of Britain Merlin exists and manuscripts have been forbidden And understand that King James is a
piece of fiction My box game like Ant Tarver I'm no fool, I'm old school like my grandfather Ain't nobody take my punch that can stand conscious Psychologically imbalanced, I'm a
man's conscience God of the
Serengeti