Foolish

Some quote scriptures, but
Parrots quote. Grimm scriptures

Are made from scratch, my
Mind floats, and I got

War scars, war scrapes from
War skits, rhymes

Souped-up like lentil to
Show my mental is not accidental

My world revolves 'cause
It's autocratic

My guns revolve, but some
Are automatic

Vision beyond the optical
Needed when living prodigal

Sleep with third eye open or
Get clipped like a cuticle

Conditional choices stable or
Critical

"Who lives? Who dies? Who strives?"
Is so political

Young street champs stripped
Of belts in pistol title shots

Division, K.O.'s, no split decisions

Giuliani referees this hellhole,
But he don't give a

Fuck, so there's cuts, headbutts,
And elbows

Drug sweeps, bullets fly, bloods
Splot blotches

Thugs creep, niggas died, tortured,
Held hostage

Actions brutal beyond belief but
Authentic

Rhymes genuine, thoughts
Are anti-synthetic

Attempt to get Jurassic, plant
Shit back prehistoric

Roach niggas are morbid from my
Acid thoughts of boric

Kidnapped, snatched,
Ran off, no self-extortion

Shit's Creek, they seek
Demands of financial portions

Six Million Dollars, nigga,
Like you're Steve Austin

'Cause if they really love you,
That's how much love is costing

Or death will be puzzled.
Jigsaw fate, chopped

Up, distributed body
Parts in different states

Take you to spots that
Nobody knows

Curiosity grows as you
Decompose

Lord
Have mercy, Percy. Bagged up
In Jersey, but don't curse me

Six million ways to die, but
None of them could hurt me. Aw

Fuck! I'm stuck in the desert,
And I'm thirsty. Call-

-Ing Black Jesus,
"Help! Red Devils disturbing me!" but I'ma

Rise. Look into my eyes.
It's hard to survive when your mother and father

Dies. You try suicide,
But all you do is cry, wrist

Bleeding, who do I believe in?
Looking through

Satan's eyes, I start hating
God for no reason

Why do I feel this way?
Every day, living in

Darkness, I never ever
See the bright of day. I hide

Away from the sun and come
Out at night, squeeze

Squeeze the steel tight 'cause
If it ain't real, it ain't right

Now I'm up to no good,
Big shorty from the hood

Almost died twice,
But I don't think that I could. Last

Five years, did five bids.
I hope I don't have to do a 25-

-To-life bid. I gotta live,
Gotta feel the braille

Locked in jail, cut a nigga
Throat to get a cell

Black DOOM, Black DOOM,
Getting it done in a room, selling

Crack boom, crack boom
From the sun to the moon

Big up. The jig is up.
Swig up

Chop a nigga up, but first have
Him schedule a pick up

If you ask me, they're all a
Bunch of sick pups

Always seem to repeat the
Same stuff like hiccups

Nowadays, the game
Is all bugged out

Phony like back when Hammer
Tried to come thugged out

Stop it. He pulled
Files like Coppit

Out from under the feet
Of the clowns that pop shit

Nasty like spit the
Verse and go gargle

Don't fit no type of profile
Psychological

Any last words?
Time's up like Boggle

The Supervillain run 'em like
Hamburglar, "Robble robble!"

Another one asked him,
"Could I hold the microphone?"

He said, "Sorry, my brother.
You gots to get your own!"

Set the tone even though
He's already known

When he get the rock, he rock
On like Shep Pettibone

On the downstroke,
"Good day, townsfolk!

Thank you for your vote, and you
All get a pound of smoke!"

The dro soon to blow.
Don't make 'em wait 'til noon to know

The Villain's been doing
Flows since many, many moon ago