monk from xiolin

word up

word up

niggas down the way got garbage

word up

two for fives niggas got garbage down the way

word up

i go off on this with illuminati priests that sleep on cots inside the vatican

the confidential record we've written but try to seal off

a predatorial pope with an alter boy he can feel

or givin' you catholicism

a spiritual type of contradiction

this is narcissistic the prophecy's finally manifested

through my mannerisms the majesty of this apathy

the track was appetizin' antagonizin' protagonist

protection through perplexity

politic'n with parliament

funkadelic a relic regardless of any reservations

convolution was the resolution for this revolution

it's delusion givin' confusion that's never fabricated

ashes from the blunt tumble inside a book of revelations

kick it then rip it then give it a flip bet i kill it they feel it the realest alive

i'm cunnin' felonious lines

they give in their rhymes

suggestin' these niggas is livin' a lie

i think that's a crime

that shit i despise

i'm takin' the venom inside of my mind

then i'm placin' it right on the page

the shit that i'm writin' should leave you amazed

i'm turnin' the people to fiends

and i've had a vision

i spit and you see in a dream

i definitely run for the cream

in the 36 chambers of death 'til we run out of breath

but honestly i might digress

with the way that i'm movin'

refusin' to rest

you can mark up the beats like a family crest

if the beat was a person i know i'd for certain

brand all of my lyrics on top of their chest

with stab wounds for your arteries

stories that got corroborated by cooperators

that suffer from lack of concentration

but it's complicated responsibilities obligated

rules and regulations i'm delegating concurrently

i'm runnin' in yo pockets and confiscatin' your currency

compromisin' position no war is written

condition vindictive is my rendition

with censorship and resistance

with a pen i stay consistent

but if you need some convincin'

i'm eatin' the beat alive

and i'm only leavin' you parts of it

pardon this bipartisan

grill that shit like it's artisan

the proclamation that like a river

my flow is steady streamin'

liquid swords like i'm the gza

this nigga's a fuckin' genius

but you're never comin' in between that though

when i rip that mic

just to kill that show

just to backtrack on black cap with a backpack full of wack raps

i'll attack that if they got a fat sack tryna get that mothafuckin fast cash

never gotta worry 'bout a backlash

but we had a bad car crash and was runnin' from the cops

but the sign said stop and the lights turned red

got my foot up on the gas

nigga full speed ahead

'til the bitch broke down in the middle of a 4-way intersection

my plans been intercepted

regrettin' mistakes in the mornin' like where the contraceptive

i can't change your mind you were cuckold to what i'm conjurin'

every line is a classic like leonardo da vinci

created a work of art comparable to mona lisa

usin' my lyrics as brushstrokes

i let you hear the features

comin' off as pessimistic whenever soundin' facetious

veni

vidi

vici i'm supplyin' to the masses

serenade with violins

then devour it like leviathan

your hand stuck in a mandolin

while dismantling manikins

usin' bodies for canvasses

shootin' sprees for your local campus

a crazy-ass nigga runnin' rampant

heard they want it sign sealed delivered

motherfucker i'm the one who stamped it

i roll a blunt just to deal with stress

an insecure motherfucker let me get that off my chest

and my sanity's disappeared

i'll probably never see that bitch again

until it all ends

bumpin' wu-tang clan with a monk from xiolin