Lyrics First Stone - Verb T, Illinformed

First Stone

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So let he without sin cast the first stone
Tryna find a way out
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A yo, I’m back getting twisted, relaxed with the misfits
I can see their egos crack and they’re bitching
Sing another sad song with the violins
And I don’t even know what type of language you’re rhyming in
Keep the gun in the same drawer you put the Bible in
So I don’t really want to hear you trying to get righteous
Got my own vices, I could start a workshop
Wake ‘em up like the early morning with the bird song
Burst on the scene, stumbled and I lean
It’s the T-1000 baby, Verb’s a machine
Turning them green like anger to the Hulk
Strangling my throat when I get tangled in the ropes
Rambling in code words, thinking like road works
Fling holy water on them, laugh as your soul burns
The road’s harder, the path with the molten lava
I’m strolling past it, emerged with the golden armor
Let he without sin cast the first stone
As we all rest deep in the inferno
The flames smothering your flesh, feel it burn slow
Evil, I’ma cast you out, I’ma let the world know
But you can’t let the past torture you
That’s how you dig your own grave for you to fall into
I baptized new rappers, I will work your mind
Acid in the holy water spiked like a porcupine
You’re not really for the grind or the work needed
Purge demons laying in the dirt healing
Thinking back of statements I made before
Wishing I can take them back, instead I take it forward
To make improvements, begging for the time to stop
It never will, so appreciate the time you got
Stop looking down, holier-than-thou, man
That way you thought is dead like you’re colder in the ground
Chopping up the soul then we sold them by the pound
Took ‘em on the road then we rolling by your town
In the house made of cards, then I feel a light breeze
Then it all comes tumbling down besides me