Foolish

Some quote scriptures

But parrots quote grimm scriptures

Are made from scratch, my mind floats

And I got

War scars, war scrapes from war skit's

Rhymes souped-up like lentil to show my

Mental is not accidental

My world revolves ‘cause it’s autocratic

My guns revolve, but some are automatic

Vision beyond the optical needed

When living prodigal

Sleep with third eye open or

Get clipped like a cuticle

Conditional choices stable or critical

"Who lives? Who dies? Who

Strives?" is so political

Young street champs stripped of belts

In pistol title shots

Heavyweight division, KO’s

No split decisions

Giuliani referees this hellhole

But he don’t give a

Fuck, so there’s cuts, headbutts, and elbows

Drug sweeps, bullets fly

Bloods splot blotches

Thugs creep, niggas died, tortured

Held hostage

Actions brutal beyond belief but authentic

Rhymes genuine, thoughts are anti-synthetic

Attempt to get Jurassic

Plant shit back prehistoric

Roach niggas are morbid from my

Acid thoughts of boric

Kidnapped, snatched, ran off

No self-extortion shit’s Creek

They seek demands of financial portions

Six Million Dollars, nigga

Like you’re Steve Austin

‘Cause if they really love you

That’s how much love is costing

Or death will be puzzled jigsaw fate, chopped

Up, distributed body parts

In different states

Take you to spots that nobody knows

Curiosity grows as you decompose

Lord have mercy, Percy bagged up in Jersey

But don’t curse me six million ways to die

But none of them could hurt me aw

Fuck! I’m stuck in the desert

And I’m thirsty call- -ing Black Jesus

"Help! Red Devils disturbing me!" but I’ma

Rise look into my eyes it’s hard to

Survive when your mother and father

Dies you try suicide, but all you do is cry

Wrist bleeding, who do I believe

In? Looking through satan’s eyes

I start hating God for no reason

Why do I feel this way? Every day, living in

Darkness, I never ever see the

Bright of day i hide

Away from the sun and come out at night

Squeeze squeeze the steel tight ‘cause

If it ain’t real, it ain’t right

Now I’m up to no good

Big shorty from the hood almost died twice

But I don’t think that I could last

Five years

Did five bids i hope I don’t have to do a 25-

-to-life bid i gotta live

Gotta feel the braille locked in jail

Cut a nigga throat to get a cell

Black DOOM, Black DOOM, getting it

Done in a room, selling crack boom

Crack boom from the sun to the moon

Big up the jig is up swig up

Chop a nigga up

But first have him schedule a pick up

If you ask me

They’re all a bunch of sick pups

Always seem to repeat the

Same stuff like hiccups

Nowadays, the game is all bugged out

Phony like back when Hammer tried

To come thugged out

Stop it he pulled files like Coppit

Out from under the feet of

The clowns that pop shit

Nasty like spit the verse and go gargle

Don’t fit no type of profile psychological

Any last words? Time’s up like Boggle

The Supervillain run ‘em like Hamburglar

"Robble robble!" another one asked him

"Could I hold the microphone?"

He said, "Sorry

My brother you gots to get your own!"

Set the tone even though he’s already known

When he get the rock

He rock on like Shep Pettibone

On the downstroke, "Good day, townsfolk!

Thank you for your vote

And you all get a pound of smoke!"

The dro soon to blow don’t make

‘em wait ‘til noon to know

The Villain’s been doing flows since many

Many moon ago