Visual Camouflage

I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times

When amen-ra constructed temples of unearthly design

Astrologists who follow us attempt to search for a sign

Now cops bother us, follow us to search for a.9

Asking apathy to kill it in a verse or rhyme

Is ridiculous - would you ask the silver surfer to shine?

I would murk you, murder you, turn you burgundy with the burner

Burst you bubble, snuff you, upper cut you

Like you had nerve to touch a kurdish virgin in a burqa

Yelling "derka derka"

Insert you inside the dirt vertical from the inertia

Of falling out a 30 story building like a steel worker

Sipping bourbon and burpin', wobbling, bobbing - it's curtains

Straight to the ground, hard enough to crack through the crust

I don't care if you black or a cracker, you rappers get crushed

Even as a whippersnapper, no one badder than us

Cursing and cussing, flipping cars off from the back of the bus

Pharaohs

Yeah, I got a reason to slaughter these villians

Kept the diary of all of these officer killings

Fuckin' moranos keep harassing my dogs in the village

But I got vet that I no og's that'll come up on a piglet

I see the fiends, don't get mine they'll just burn they cells

Grimy niggas that be pissing on floors in the jail

Couple family members selling their soul for a pill

I felt betrayal in a physical form of a deal

Real - they shoulda kept me on my fuckin' leash

In the backyard with them brawlers that be crushin' teeth

I never been a houston oiler, just a fuckin' beast

Flushing careers down the toilet, understand? Capisce

I'm the God of rap, paz is just evil [?]

I shut your motherfucking mouth while I'm speaking represso

Vinnie snatch a motherfucker, I'll steal a [?]

Slaughter-cal article oracle, he gets a vessel

Why would I ever question whether he was successful?

Murder rapper, you dirty rapper eatin' a cesspool

I have a hundred motherfuckers that's eager to check you

And a bunch of sicilianos that's eager to get you

I never felt any remorse, never seen me regretful

The nine circles of hell is for the demon essential

I feel like 'pac when he see through the threshold

I'm bray wyatt dummy, you ain't too eager to wrestle

Squeeze the pretzel, reason I met you

Was either to wet you or breath in your mental

And leave your essentials

The reason I treat em like suckas

They fucking suckas b

It's not a feature list, it's names of people that can't fuck with me

Ruptured teeth, structured beef more than epic meal does

Crack your egg with a 40, watch [?] steel does

Kitchen cuisine, position supreme

Sick with the scheme, the victim's your team

I don't need liquor and lean to make 'em viciously scream

Rather use the muffle

You sell drugs and use drugs and confuse it with hustle

Them steroids big you up while abusing your muscle

Break your circle, turn around and then use it to cut you

Oh you a ufc fighter? (word)

Let's see if you could be a uzi survivor

I'm a shoot on arrival

Get money and rob jewelry (ya heard)

Let them shots turn your diddy bop to a funky watusi

You will contort and have a seizure (yup)

No barbers here but we'll put a part in your caesar

Scam our qr code and see an ar scope

You won't be seen again 'til we do a séance show

And my ak though? Got a knife on the tip

For anybody want action, put a price on the bitch

I pay marketing teams to promote my records

I get paid to promote gun violence and talk reckless (what?)

My saint bernard keep a artillery in his barrel (good boy)

This ain't a magic wand or baton

It's just that tec with the airholes

I spray that tec in the am, make you sway in the morning

And at night it's just your family - crying, praying and mourning

Verses ain't bias yo, eso ain't hired help

You can find zeus die himself, I'm a hunter

Orion's belt wrapped around my waist

Lion's pelt wrapped around my face

Seamus ryan melts tracks, your lord

I don't pop molly or rock tom ford

You riding shotty in a hoopty, you in tom's ford

I don't listen to that new shit, I'm a psychopathic vinyl addict

Put the needle on a record, let me grab it

Bars are automatic, no casual listeners

Their all fanatics, no actual prisoners - they gotta have it

Like ghetto, I didn't grow up listening to heavy metal

I was on a rakim diet, but find me

In that metal mask from quiet riot

I incite a riot when I spit bull

Dressed like pitbull

Walk in the lab, that swears to God he's a pitbull

Servin' em well, you could get touched

I got the reach of nerlens noel

Scalp them, scalp them and hang them up high

Scalp them, scalp them and hang them up high

Scalp them, scalp them and hang them up high

Scalp them cause tonight them all gon' die