When
the lightning strikes
and the thunder crashes,
I'll be somewhere laughing
Y 'all too busy timing
while I rained all on your cabin
Unchained you from the mainline
and detain your puppet masters
Ask me why the flow so dope,
that's just the angels flexing
They showing off their black star
in a lane of Anglo -Saxons
I'ma name all of my lamest tracks
and still be the flamest rapping
Fahrenheit 451,
blaze laces to your classics
I'm Ellison and Baldwin,
Usain minus the passion
So who you think the people
gon' believe
when it all come crashin'?
Cause money don't mean nada
when your product go last season
And the U .S. Treasurer
gets trust and bound
and charged with treason
If you're on out of turn,
they got that medal in the AU
You'll be waitin' in line,
askin' the government to pay you
They'll privatize and slave you,
I was one time and save you
Now step into my mental wonderland,
man, what's takin' you?
It's black magic for them addicts
and the rap fans
I'm that addict,
we can have it, gon' go sweat glands
You wanna test the God, Lord,
don't make me act rash
Like a spark, it built a blazing fire
up my back legs
It's black magic for them addicts
and the rap fans
I'm that addict,
we can have it, gon' go sweat glands
You wanna test the God, Lord,
don't make me act rash
Like a spark, it built a blazing fire
up my back legs
I'm ten zillion, like,
years away from any MC breathin'
If heaven had a name,
then it'd be Psyrock, Hannah, Shiva
I Buddha, Krishna, Shango, Allah,
Christ, you in the believin'
Heist your followers with a haiku,
then invite you to our religion
See, I'm the type to fight the fame,
but still be in love with the game, though
And you the type that love to hate me,
you relish in the painful
See, all the greatest prophets
had detractors at they table
They the first ones makin' plates
from off the fruits of all my labor
Rebuke these smiling faces,
I take real evil over kind -fakeness
Watch me wrap the straight lines
of the pious from the faithless
You pilot tryin' to crucify
messiahs
for they greatness
I'm Tony the Tiger, homie,
ain't no denyin' my nature
It's proven, a man with no cause
will fall from his floors
So all them charlatans
you follow
bout to drown in they ponds
You can either follow the leader
or two -step on they bones
Call me Dooku,
I neutralize your group,
attack of the clone
This black magic for them addicts
and the rap fans
I'm back at it, we can have it,
gon' go sweat glands
You wanna test the God, Lord,
don't make me act rash
Diamonds spark and build a place
an d fire up my hat ledge
This black magic for them addicts
and the rap fans
I'm back at it, we can have it,
gon' go sweat glands
You wanna test the guard, Lord,
don't make me act raged
Let us walk and build the place
an d fire up my neck
I'm the 25th century,
solar complementary
Holy Mike controller of the
royal parliamentary
Dopest to the nth degree,
who compete in mentally?
Me and rap like Ruby Dee and Ossie,
part of meant to be
Now pass me the baton,
I'ma take you to the winner's circle
Draped in garments like Alice's
magnum opus
Tinted purple,
that's that Empress Menace shit
Fine silks and linen fits,
F .O .I. and shockers on the goons
Why, who finna flinch?
You don't wanna sound
But with the lyrical Dalai Lama,
spit a piece and slant your cheek
from out your chest
And leave you stronger
than when I met you
Use the force like Jedi weapons,
balance dark and light
Uram glow the brightest,
shiny beacon in the darkest night
That be mine, cause humble
never ever pay my bills
And hunger made me a predator,
never pray before my meals
I'm Nick Furious,
I quickly turn you agents in the shield
Block your hateful talking,
save your final statements for the will
Are suckwithu?
This BlackMagic for them addicts
and the rapper fans
Im back at it, we can have it
Go go Sweatlands
You wanna test the guard,
no don't make me act rash
Línhospark can feel the blazing fire
up my back leg
This is BlackMagic for
them addicts
and the rapper fans
Im back at it, we can have it
Go go Sweatlands
You wanna test the guard,
no don't make me act rash
Línhospark can feel the blazing fire
up my back leg
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