If You Fear Dying

The bastard son I spit non fiction

In exile for a while now with raw friction

Never be a pawn the boomerang be upon you

I'm like fela with my heart in venezuela

Its a world favela so fuck the novela

I'm out of the cellar with a blade and some cheddar

For the whole new world order you to bow down

To the now sound of slavery the era be

Terrible terror filled terrified

Why would we ever let a few white christian fiction's

Shape our tomorrow followers them

Cause tomorrow got a gun to its head

Time is coming

Rising like the dawn of a red sun

If you fear dying then you're already dead

I'm in with the spirit of ali touré

As I target more heads than a priest on ash wednesday

Paid and hungry you pigs on gold ropes

Have the mic or the heater but you can't hold both

You could snatch one and catch the blast of the other

I'm chicano soprano high off my pitch ammo

I'm a put a crack in your diamond pimp cup

So vest up I'm your cross turned right side up

I'm the press leak that downed you aide

I'm the orange jump suit thats taylor made

I'm the crescent, the sickle, so sharp the blade

I'm the flick of the shank that opened your veins

I'm the dusk, I'm the frightening calm

I'm a hole in the pipeline I'm a road side bomb

Time is coming

Rising like the dawn of a red sun

If you fear dying then you're already dead