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[Verse] Early 70s grill, melody skills, Beverly Hills You better be real and stop selling these krills, 11 thieves killed Heavenly chills, Satan leaves 70s evil, angels in heaven need shields Adam and Eve equals five pills 70 people Adam 33 takeaway three get ready I teach you Get ready to peep the truth your grandmom deceive too sounds convincing Not to mention grandpa Adam I know you're looking at Tommy Gunn like I'm just another damn star rapping But Adam and Eve seeds made seeds and they seeds made seeds And they seeds made babies with they seeds that made you and me Thunder the kingdom come, some dumb bum, huh? Another one from the Forbidden fruit tree, forgive them through me, who he? Black Jesus booby rap like a doobie Scooby, yours truly new feet With no holes in them solid gold denim I'm here to stop the whole world from spinning Noonie scoop me, gold Benz hooptie n-no friends you and me Split the Long Beach sea open, five pumpkin seeds High jumping weed bags empty in front me Pass the blood of Jesus on your dungarees Laying on the church floor gets more crazy. My soul walked out the door Lord save me, body flowing, nothing under me, hungry What you want to eat? Red lobsters, it's the hottest day in October Holding your shoulder, both eyes closed, I don't want to see You got to be Charlene, I got to leave Tyrone cracked cell phone, I want to see, can I sit with y'all in peace? What you got? Got starfish with my bitch Bartender mix drinks is stinks, I can't take it Hit the bathroom, my man standing there butt naked Drink knocked over, belly bobble Shot block soldier, Shook your man's hand, Gave your man a pound Hopped in a van. I'm making sense of the blur, hopped out the van Frankincense and myrrh incense, $5 ain't seen the man since Put the stick in my mouth, lit it on the bench, seen the pen prints Limped in then and then squint, How you been? Bent bottle of gin, scription lens with the tint What a coincidence, burnt fingertips for fingerprints With a trench, standing in the rain getting drenched Sleeping on the floor, weekends creeping on the law, reaching for the door Beefing 4-4 squeezing, bleeding, leaking on the floor, reasoning for the raw You sneezing eating cold cuts more and more, ease up Sneak up on them crackers door to door, freeze what? Practice that's what gats is for, gather the bread These nuts, these nuts is war,a thief in the night Preachers preaching the sound following me It's like, somebody flush the toilet Was right in front of me, but I can't see shit, I can't call it Before I walk away thinking I lost it, slid to my dog's crib Asked his baby mom, she says she heard it two years a kid She started crying, but she stopped when you walked in Try not to say God's name in vain, today, October 14th, 1999 I walked down the block coughing, miscarriage My Spanish mommy told me she had it, I grabbed the bitch She started crying. I asked her if she heard it, she said she did I wiped the tears, took her to the church Pastor Miller said marriage is death, holy water on my forehead We all dead sadness, Saint Mary's she speaking Spanish Something ain't right my baby mother brother sitting in Christian light You listen and write madness, spitting it tight You didn't write the book after revelations I'm back in the basement gripping the mic, congratulations After the Christening listening to the minister preaching the sermon On Jesus and homeless many are thinking it's him Thanks for giving him a place to lay his head I sit with a grin. One slip of the gin, the scripture begins 22 commandments, I write the most wickedest sins Six pitts sniffing my Timbs, licking my chin, I'm sick with the pen 30 bars are still giving them rhythm and trembling thoughts That make men feminine and turn women to men Sending them dogs to breed with their own seed, back to this God made women out of me, M-E with an N We Adam and Eve's last kids Me with an N: Men, C with a M: MCs Me with a pen, 10 degrees Satan's still alive. That leaves 10 thieves laid up in heaven Straight up seven with weapons Straight thugs, acting like they God's best friend But they about to learn a real hard lesson, Angels is wrestling Three, send them down to earth, winter time burning in hell sweating My inner sight in your mind, God's presence Dogs act like it's dinner time when I rhyme, God bless him FM lyrics in the PM, you even hear it on the AM religious stations in my pee you see gin Amen, It's me in the back of the church sleeping peeping the back of your skirt Speaking in tongues until I'm back in the dirt being eaten Black Jesus, it's me again, preachers is happy to see him Weak in the knees "Where has he been?" "Have a seat, it's the street rapping deacon!" Weekend after weekend slapping them demons turning them back into semen Clapping them until I'm back in the precinct