| I am pure darkness, sparkless
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| Glitterless, imageless
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| But still infinitly limitless
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| Pre-Genesis before man
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| I crawled the land before all you know, even began
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| I think thoughts untranslated, among greated
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| My first rhyme had no words to say it
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| Force of the immaculate
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| You only exist cause I imagined it, you slit your wrist upon fathoming it
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| Accurate intellect, the weight of my brain tilts my neck
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| Obeying the will, I select
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| My face so dark, that it doesn’t reflect
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| The beast in me only awakes at sunset
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| My life has no connect, of hope in it
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| The blood I drink, has extra pulp in it
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| I spit rhymes in the graveyard of my block
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| I get a rush hearing niggas beat, the coffin tops
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| I grow my own trees in the woods I’m from
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| I need branches to leave niggas hung
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| I’m running at a higher density
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| So the gun on my waist, is the only thing holding me from floating into space
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| The reign of the lord will snatch your… off
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| Leaving you looking permanently slow, like your eyes’s a cross
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| Jus Allah stays calm and peace like
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| Depending what the beat’s like I may act beast-like
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| I’m motherfucking faithless, aitheist
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| Racist, faceless, ageless, shapeless
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| Mind elevates into stages I’m weightless
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| Spines shake when they in the wake of greatness
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| An animal, you’re more afraid of me, than I am of you
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| Black canibal, untangable
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| A great mind, created divine by satan’s design
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| Snake’s spine, devil’s Frankenstein
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| You think it’s just simple words, get your temple searched
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| Get your mental purged, knock the life out your central nerves
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| It ain’t a death I don’t deserve, it ain’t even a fit punishment for me to serve
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| My only need is L’s to cook, I only read spell books
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| I decorate my room to imitate how hell looks
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| A bad lurkin, a street of mad vermin'
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| The light don’t pass between the black curtains
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| Friendless, supremacist, innerless
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| Mankind arch nemesis, spiritless, murderin' from night 'till morn'
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| I’m at sleep 'till the first fucking sights of dawn
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| I want the worst death man can feel
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| I ground metal cans in my meals
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| I swallowed the pills without seals
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| Shit is real for a bill, for a mill
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| Tryin' to civilize devilish men from Israel
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| That’s my job, as the father of god
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| Overcomin' obstacles with impossible odds
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| Paradise lost, caveman kidnapped the stars, and tryin to move us back to Mars
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| Blind of our actual cause
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| But even the (??) doctor still see black as allah
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| I made the 1st laws on this worthless ball
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| If I ever left the earth, then the birds would fall
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| I’m the god, I move by the will of allah
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| I’m protected from the rain by a ceiling of straw
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| Reading pages telepathically
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| My watch operates with dead batteries
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| The wake inside my own head baffles me
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| Gumar astubar’s masterpiece black as my sheep
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| He who feed’s not having to eat |