Verbal assault with my Lyrical Torch
I came to torture all you folks surrounding me like vultures
Stay cautious especially if you got a fortune
Cuz niqqas gon' think you looking gorgeous in a pair of Jordans
Next thing you know they coming at you for extortion
So before you say something you better think with precaution
Before it gets out of proportion, what? are you dumb?
Walking in Montreal night time flossin'
Cuz when the lights is off Montreal is Gotham, it's Slauson
Niqqas looking to slice the Soul out of you like an Exorcism
My verse is something like a Caution to those I call the Less Fortuned
Let my Third Eye bless 'em with the forces of my Mental Blossom
Either that or end up with a concussion or even worse: end up in coffin
Only cuz you ignored the street rules so you crossed 'em, stupid
You better keep your Third Eye open, agent Smith niqqas ferocious
Heartless human beings without emotion
The doctor's diagnosis: two bullets to the dome piece
Deadly like tuberculosis with no sneezing process
When the police ask me: "no sé"
Fuck the law enforcement, only taking orders from their racist bosses
I don't fuck with all that nonsense
Ever since I wrote Lost Souls Delusively I'm feeling Super Conscious
Downtown Montreal city lights got you feeling comfortable
But these niqqas still carrying knives
Where the police don't even know wrong and right
We don't even call em pigs, call 'em thunder cuz these niqqas striking
But you know I use my Psychic, that God Cypher Divine shit
That mental fitness, that's how I demolish 'em
Fiends going to the pharmacist
Cuz legally the street pusher can't sell dope: call it Monopoly
Freedom of Speech: that's all I'm offering
Niqqas have been sold so many lies they wake up feeling monstrous
They all waiting for Apocalypse, swallowing the bullshit from the niqqas on top
While they be mocking 'em, it's even worse since they been stalking us
I'm Feeling lost without my phone
But can't stop thinking they might be watching us
Nowadays God has a name yo, this mo' fucka' called Google
He knows everything about you and me, deep down to the core yo, watch out
You better keep your Third Eye open, agent Smith niqqas ferocious
Heartless human beings without emotion
The doctor's diagnosis: two bullets to the dome piece
Deadly like tuberculosis with no sneezing process
When the police ask me: "no sé"
Fuck the law enforcement, only taking orders from their racist bosses
I don't fuck with all that nonsense
Ever since I wrote Lost Souls Delusively I'm feeling Super Conscious niqqa