Impossible (feat. RZA, U-God, Ghostface Killah & Tekitha)

Yo, check, check it (you can never defeat)

Yo, check the method of this shit right here one time

Sparkin' your brain cells to the upmost (the gods)

(Impossible), unlimited epidemics bein' spreaded

(You can never defeat), you know, we try and add on for y'all niggas

(The gods), yo

Yo, fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence

Women walk around celibate, livin' irrelevant

The most benevolent king, communicatin' through your dreams

Mental pictures been painted, Allah's heard and seen

Everywhere, throughout your surrounding atmosphere

Troposphere, thermosphere, stratosphere

Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here?

Understanding makes my truth crystal clear

Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenements

85 percent tenants depend on welfare recipients

Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp

At night, I walk through, third eye is bright as a streetlamp

Electric microbes, robotic probes, takin' telescope pictures of the globe

Babies gettin' pierced with microchips stuffed inside their earlobes

Then examinated, blood contaminated

Vaccinated, lives fabricated

Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration

Testin' poison in prison population

My occupation to stop the inauguration of Satan

Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men

Like Bartholomew, 'cause every particle is physical article

Was diabolical to the last visible molecule

A space knight like Rom, consume planets like Unicron

Blasting photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron

United Nations, gun-fire style patient

Formulating rap plural a capella occupation

Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb fest

We want sanitary food, planetary conquest

Thug peoples on some hardcore body shit

Get your shit together 'fore the fuck Illuminati hit

Dreams is free in escape of sleep

For a fool peep jewels, keep tools for tough time

The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind

The sun got to shine, keep on, cremate

The whole Babylon, time's up, move on

Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes

Opposed through the gate, case closed, things get froze

When it comes time, chosen ones will hold the gun

We take flight with no fright and attack

Never fear 'cause our words is clear

What's been done can't be undone, son, we can't care

'Cause the last days and times are surely here

Snakes and flakes get flung by the righteous ones

Divine minds combine and unify as one

Half of black hope, we half broke, smoke a bowl of weed shit

Our everlastin' essence stays flyin' over Egypt

For you to defeat the gods, impossible

You can never defeat a gods, impossible

For you to defeat the gods, impossible

Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kimmie

Don't go, son, nigga, you my motherfucking heart

Stay still, son, don't move, just think about Keeba

She'll be three in January, your young God needs ya

The ambulance is takin' too long

Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me, bitch, give me your jack

1-7-1-8, 9-1-1, low battery, damn

Blood comin' out his mouth, he bleedin' badly

Nah, Jamie, don't start that shit

Keep your head up, if you escape hell, we gettin' fucked up

When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks

In '69, his father and mines, they robbed banks

He pointed to the charm on his neck

With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect

I opened it, seen the God holdin' his kids

Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig, plus he dropped one

Oh shit, here come his Old Earth with no shoes on

Screamin', holdin' her breasts with a gown on

She fell and then lightly touched his jaw and kissed him

Rubbed his hair, turned around, an ambulance was there

Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke

Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke

Bitches yellin', Beenie Man swung on Helen

In the back of a cop car, Dirty Tasha tellin'

But suddenly, a chill came through, it was weird

Felt like my man was cast out my heaven, now we share

Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wallies like ketchup

Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it

It can't be, from Yoo-hoo to Lee's

Second grade, humped the teachers, about to leave

Finally, this closed chapter comes to an end

He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at 12:10

Now what my man is tryna tell y'all (you can never)

Is that across the whole globe

The murder rates is increasin' and we decreasin' (no, no, never)

So at the same time, when you play with guns

When you play with guns, son (you can never defeat the gods)

That causes the conflict of you goin' against your own

You hear me? So let's pay attention

Straight up and down, 'cause this is only a story from the real