Featuring Dice Raw




Hook:



Dig It, This World Is Filled With Homicides And Rape



All The Crimes Of Hate Just Ain't The Size And Shape



You Can Walk Don't The Block And Get Slumped Or Knocked



It Don't Stop Y'all And It Just Don't Stop (x2)




Black Thought:



I Leave The Microphone Intrigued With My Practice



This Rebel Stick Your System Like A Cactus A Boys Sadness



Who Knows What Is Concealed Under The Mattress



Ruegurs, Losses And Grindals When My Minds In Blackness



Then I Act This Way The Beast Unleashed



Rabbis, Monks And Priests Always Pray For Peace



But It's Deceased Now Only Lives The True Realance



Open Up The Mental Deaths You Rented Through My Palace



My Thoughts Contain The Plus Sign Plus The Malice



Not Equating To Your Wonderland So Fuck Alice



My Style Is Hostile On The External



But Got Plenty Of Love And Warmth That's Internal



The Sin Coronal



Surfaces From Whispers From The Lower



My Noun Like Arks And 950 Years Of Noah



You're Arch Rival



You Burn A Cross I Burn The Bible



Because I'm Liable, To Do This



When My Actions True This



But I'd Rather Choose To Use My Diction



Resurrect That Blond Blue Eyed And Put Him Through Another Crucifixion



Stay Up In Your Jurisdiction (say What?)



My Depiction Is The Drama



Though These Eyes I've Seen The Trauma



Homicides In The Source That Was Phenomenal



When I Find Out Who Banged Muwan In His Abdominal



Met With Jesus To Learn To Burns Not Commical



At Times This Thing Ain't Logical



I Gots To Walk Around With My Brain On Cock



Cause It Can't (can't) Won't (won't) Don't (don't) Stop




Hook




Malik B (M-Ill-it-ant):



My Mentals In Flame Your Brains Will Drain



When I Let The Ink Drip And Then Pass Out A Pink Slip



I Think Quick So Check My Methodology



My Stylagy Is More Ranty Than Anthropology



Between Your Raw Legs Like It's Gynecology



You And Your Sorry Ass Style Needs An Apology



Cause An Earthquake And Make You Shake You Need Neurology



These Niggas Kill Me Actin' Like Stars Fuck They Astrology



Imagin' With My Badge I Snatch The Pagent



Turn Your City To A Smashing And Grab It



Now It's Time To Burn The Maggots My Message Stronger Than Elisha



That Backslap The Ass Like Your Father



Why Bother?



Would Any Care For, Lyrics I Sling From My Mic With Cease Your Laughter



Mind Of A Bachelor To A Master



What I Thought That Leaves You Flabbergasted



Ask You What's The Matter Bastard?



These Types Of Rhythms Man You'd Rather Blast It



You Hear The Beats In Jeeps Over The Weekend



Silence Is Golden And Niggas Get Killed Just For Speakin'



The Only Deacon Is Death When Ya Left Wounded



Layin' On The Ground And Meet Your Doom Quick



I Done Been Through The Deserts Of Hell With Satin Sittin' Waitin'