Walked in, both of us looked like terrorists
 Walked in, both of us looked like terrorists
 Masks on, second floor, dun yo, I handle this

[Verse 1]

When y’all was f*****g around with Bush I [bad word] with Saddam
 Puffing on the kush and building with the imam
 The only thing you [bad word] set was the alarm
 I’m stronger than the m***********g Tet in Vietnam
 Whoever wanna knuckle up will be deformed
 Praying to the altar of the church and reading psalms
 I don’t mean weapons when I say that I’m dealing arms
 I chop a m***********g body up and feed the dogs
 Me and Billy ain’t even deities we the gods
 You a f****t, we the OGs that’s in the yard
 Only a select few believe in Fard
 The rest gonna meet with Shaitan to bleed and starve
 Left hook astronomy, you seeing stars
 If I ain’t in the studio [bad word] I be in bars
 Bill buck-fifty this p***y and leave a scar
 You might own a team, believe the league is ours
 [bad word] 

*Scratching*

Walked in, both of us looked like terrorists
 Walked in, both of us looked like terrorists
 Masks on, second floor dunn yo, I handle this

Walked in, both of us looked like terrorists
 Walked in, both of us looked like terrorists
 Masks on, second floor dunn yo, I handle this

[Verse 2]

He was the keeper of the seven keys, eighteen a brick
 hundred and twenty-six thousand in a briefcase, give me my s**t
 It had the look that said “I am the power”
 The white angel with a scorpion branded across the particles of powder
 Martyrs in the tower, owls, apocalyptic hour
 Sound of pistol shower, crowning a system that devour
 Mysticism shrouded in whispers, profound with an interest
 Push a button and blow you up with a bomb from a distance
 Like for instance in the parked car across from the precinct
 Looking out my window watching your window falling to pieces
 Bombing emergency, counterinsurgency, serpents flee
 Furnished by me, sponsored courtesy of the murder spree
 Using religion, science vs. superstition
 Came from the future to teach us how we overthrew the system
 He lost an eye and several fingers on his right hand
 Letterbomb sent to him by unidentified fans
 The [bad word] was never revealed, he retired to an island near Fiji
 So his past would never reappear
 Or so he thought until he caught some unidentifiable [bad word]  They say he has five weeks to live
 [bad word] 

*Scratching*

Walked in, both of us looked like terrorists
 Walked in, both of us looked like terrorists
 Masks on, second floor dunn yo, I handle this

Walked in, both of us looked like terrorists
 Walked in, both of us looked like terrorists
 Masks on, second floor dunn yo, I handle this