[Verse 1]

Imagine if the Prince of Darkness fathered a four-headed monster 
And sent it to conquer the black market 
And after the slaughter the monster grew stronger 
Broke free from the chains held it held no longer 
Lost Cauze a wild dog with a passionate bite 
So vividly [bad word] like the Passion Of Christ 
Kamachi snatching your mic, Charon tear off your f*****g arm 
And pass it to ? like we’re passing a pipe 
Make smoke ? from your bones just from listening to poems 
And when I walk you hear the theme music from The Omen 
Arabian Damian’s maiming men 
And when my razor bend it’ll do more than chafe your skin 
Dog I play to win 
This is the team to beat, my money’s on the Mob 
The jig is up, your squad is a facade 
Y’all are nothing special, I f*****g stretch you 
You’ll have to wear a mask for the rest of your life like MF Doom

[Verse 2]

To the black of dawn I’mma send it out rapping form  
I’m from a shabby home where I created the greatest  
That were written over ritual paper  
I’m with getting money Priest ? 
Please don’t speak, just lose your turn 
Or you’re gonna lose your soul, I curse your [bad word] ?  
That’s the crib where you live, I leave it lying in ashes 
In front of your eyes your life flashes 
The sun will rise covered in a ski mask 
You praying so much you need kneepads 
Your teeth chatter but ain’t [bad word] back from this 
This like getting your wrists slit, you can feel this s**t 
Bumping your body like blackheads 
Till my pockets thicker than fat kids 
It’s all for the love of the crafty rapping 
Meaning I’mma earn my earnings 
From issuing out some of the most burning sermons

[Verse 3]

Peep the Don, I’m nothing to sleep on so keep on 
You the type n****s beat and pull the heat on 
When we speak you would think we put the heat on 
We about to unleash the beast and leave a piece gone 
It’s the Mob, a family of gods 
Street calamities, no fantasy, my sanity’s lost 
To the ? slashing gravity and tragedy, pause 
I still got the ladies handing me their panties and drawers  
That’s sanity y’all no you can’t manage me dog 
Every death’s another step up the ladder we fall 
The masters of war, civilization, my job’s to spit for the nation 
My clique’s so slick we slip through the pavement 
We spit for amazement so be amazed or be afraid 
It’s history in the making, it’s poetry in flames 
So talk reckless and feel the Glock’ll spit 
The new apocalypse, ain’t nobody stopping this

[Verse 4]

Feel the spirit of the only black messiah in the room  
And slang nickel bags of swag and ? 
From the cocaine capsule boom to astral zoom 
? street scientific tombs kingly hieroglyphic tombs 
It’s silk moorish pantaloons 
I stay spiffy, ? screaming ? mystical ? 
The glow from my tut jewelry put that pimp aura on it 
I am the fire of a goon and ? store it 
K-a-m-a-c-h-i supreme oratory 
Juju talk scattered priests right with voodoo talk 
My voice is a dark road that very few will walk 
And these words is gold and your stereos [bad word] 
I hit em from on high like an aerial assault 
 [bad word] baby, I beat em to a beautiful pulp 
So bring the flowers and book 
And burn a million black candles for my murderous talk