To guard the sacred watch, to inherit the Earth.
To know ur worth, the birth of a King.
To sing the chorus, and to use the Dark Side of the Force.
And you forgot to pay attention to the mathematic like coarse.
In other words it proves, and to
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Havin’ to address the Sols on the Solstice.
To keep it kosher, with the Colt on the holster.
To die for the cause, the descendant of Ali.
“Even though I walk through the darkest valley,” to meditate, to rally.
To live my second life in Cali, w
Shhh, the mystique, the Cherokee like Creek.
The Beast from the East, is this D.C.?
The Washington Monument, the Kundalini Chi.
Or the Tower of Babel, the turtle in the half shell.
The pop quiz wiz, or is this the final exam?
See how you’re c
The tragic “mask” that enhances the immortal mind.
The New Moon to ruin, but this ain’t the Boston Bruin.
Having to adjust, and I already proved my point.
Your last class act was to pretend to anoint.
So your salvation is wasted, I smell your fe
In the Obama era, did they calculate the A.I. errors?
The new King of the Hill, and this ain’t down south.
Did it compute the terrorist Austin, Texas arrest?
Or was this the dealing of the new Illuminati Rex?
Wanting to mix? Ur insane to try
To construct a complete thought.
The double-bladed that speaks its mind.
The constitution is used as mana.
To work in the yellow lab, is this bananas?
Land Before Time.
The Pythagorean Degree, to agree.
To self-destruct, too much, it sucks.
The Sun that sets, when love is put to rest.
Or is this a test? To check on the boo.
My bad, this is Casper, a dead lingering spirit.
What's the Good Word? The next habitual lyric.
To keep it real, to judge the dead.
When I was young, the col
To live my second life, happily ever after.
The Land Before Time, the prelude, the next chapter.
We use to do the F-22 Raptor.
All jokes aside, but we promote laughter.
Now the Loch Ness, the risk, this the new blood oath.
To inherit both, both
The listening of rock, to start from the bottom up.
To get your fill of the Babylonian Cup, to strain the fat.
To isolate the gene, the aftermath, your bloodline is crap.
Your friend that's whack, he's in over his head.
And that's who you wake
The hush puppy that grew.
To enlighten those that hire.
To bring the Chosen Ones the fire.
"Liar, Liar, pants on fire!"
The joke that served its purpose.
To shop at an outlet, the circuit.
In other words, you heard.
That this is the Unclean Bird.
To rule wit
The FPS, the NBA, and the NFL.
The ol’ school “Major League Gaming,” to break open the shell.
To slither, when sols wither, I’m not ur babysitter.
The shame that covers, you never had a chance.
At first glance, your body then turns into stone.
With your laugh, the gas, you have to fight for last.
The Space Jam, the blast, to off the color gray.
And you thought that you were at peace, with the charade, the color blazed.
For you to smoke, to choke, and for the lap dance, you're s
The deadbeat on time, to celebrate with Coronas and Limes.
Siamese that try, your twin flame that dies.
Sols that burst, the Gift and the Curse.
While slaving on Earth like watching your hearse.
Having to hush, the drunkard, the lush.
To curs
The Lee District plan, to scheme against the scam.
Descendent of Ham, the G.O.A.T verses the Lamb.
To dilute your blood, after eating the Green Eggs and Ham.
And you know this was done by Sam-I-Am.
To switch the channel, to remote view the thug
To rise and shine? To shine when the Sun sets? The Shaitan that never rests.
To collect the oasis, the red sand, to be at peace when at war.
The Dragon on the shore, the abomination, the boar, the four score and seven years in.
And I have more
Your eyes wide shut, you're deluded, and your ghul's flesh that is putrid.
You got a high diet of melanin, your regime, but you got caught, now come clean.
The street sweeper in me, the retired fixer, and now I'm strapped.
Because I'm livin my second li
The Rebel Yell, the Kingdom Come, to promote the new Sun God of our age.
He's darker than beige, the philosophical sage, his rage will spread on the World's Stage.
The chips He stacks, with Lays, it's a rap, to pop the top, the fans that clap.
To get
The time table, and the debate.
The blueprint, what's at stake?
That would be the steak and cheese on my plate.
Skating on thin ice is your fate.
Havin' to switch up, and this is my decree.
Wiser in my own eyes, when doves cry.
In other words, the serpent
The highschool fail, to succeed, to read braille.
In 1987, the blood sacrifice, the sol that got sold.
The dumb mother fucker, after his hand, he folds.
This ain't Laguna Beach, ur stupid ass show.
Havin' to crack, to crack, to piece their veil.
Still
"...For it was founded upon a rock."
To preach to the nations, and my personal flock.
The blood in me, there is no blood clots.
To keep the bloodline pure, in other words, "You were!"
Ahead of the curve, the mathmatics, it's a rap.
It's a literal rap, my
