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Champion
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Kurupt
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A thorn in your skull with knowledge born [?] X-File reptilian culture The GOVs crucifying GODs daily My oracle is historical Identify the characteristics of a mystic The seven spear working in harmony with the willing of my holy scrolls Meaningful from the mind’s higher faculties of accuracy coinciding as I rap to the beat From the cradle to post-graduate Most gravitate towards my ministry Nothing is industry when you in the streets I cultivate my own spiritual growth Jazz musician, these are lyrical notes played perfectly due to one The sun, the moon, the stars, my bars rulin’ ‘em Top of the hill, mе and my hooligans chill and break bread once thе jewel is revealed When it came to Adam, God’s angels had to kneel Priesthood like Clint Eastwood, y’all wreck feats like the woods Connect the streets to the woods Wild at night, prowl to fight The mics will play ’til the owls in flight Fakes on ice, miles are tight Crazy like bugs around the light, price Sacrifice the afterlife, the Nazarite The master in white, the chapters I write Eat rappers all day, the appetite so Thank the prince rocking frankincense Past tense, glass tints, harassment Torment, lay dormant, the HRSMN Holier than thou, the omen child Chief Smoking-cloud Birds fly into a crown, then fall upon my head And just like a Psalm I read Coming back [?] Never Undefeated like the internet [?], tossing salad with the vinaigrette I get arugula with the intellect, introspect From where the street code and Islam intersect I took my name from a descendent of Menelik Ras Kass forced kings to give respect And of course the queens genuflect Offer to take my royal seat in a [?] for the intercept Blood of a pharaoh in the ghetto Rose that grew out the dents in the meadow A terrorist is what the big army call a little army Police the biggest gang in America [?] They will still kill or harm me Six million ways, pick one Either victorious or the victim My skin tone a crown of thorns Reveals the line of David every time a god is born Just a little something [?], the world shatterer that splatters your bladder matter Then catapult the data to the devil in the hereafter You’re Billy Jacobs, you f**k your own mother with a dirty foreskin I’m bringing in exhaust and adrenaline that’s endorsing the [?] Higher than nauseous martians riding with the HRSMN Of course he can slice you like a Corsican Morphing into porcelain Puerto Rican orphan that’s born again Into the morning mist then launching a scorching ocean And carving a great white shark and an orca’s fin into ornament Been a king since the Art of Origin f**k a new n***a and I don’t give a f**k what old school n***a you unfolded out of a storage bin Y’all shouldn’t even exist, calm down Sounding like someone purchased you the verses from wish dot com When it comes to dragging you, I wrote the manual so change my name to Manual Slice and stabbing you with an angle you will di-agonal I’m feared and proven, I’m a weird and proven as the clear by Rick Rubin Wild animals be like, “Chino, that’s my spirit human” Your body of work I’m bruising Syllables crisp, I’m sick of it whenever insensitive, inventive, put an ’s’ in the word lisp Sacrificing when your man’s wearing a ceremonial mask While riding [?], you should probably start [?] [Chorus]
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