oh my lord, they provoke the civil savage
oh my lord, they enrage the quiet beast
i’m aware you prey on fools to suck the soul from
your mistake was ever thinking that was me.

you miss your slave-masters.
while i got my blade at they throat like its bout a check
blade at they throat like its life & death
blade at they throat like its bout survival
i don’t do masters or idols
you stay on your knees like its hella vital
oh, you need them to love you so
that shit, it Hurt Me Soul
i do not trust you.
see you the main reason i don’t trust niggas.
never know who in league with the ops these days
til they switch up on you and they gut niggas.
scars, all on me
just above the belt; thats Maharishi
you heard that i was the Outsider;
BLACK GØD NOISE KING wielder.

to my foe, my nemesis.
my malice, my hatred is genuine.
you’re violent and impudent
keeping warm in the veil of your ignorance
theres no mercy, no innocence
i’ve no Love in my heart for evil men
i wish you hell and i mean that shit.
may you be consumed in the venom drench.
you’re grinning, yuh?
you salivate, yuh?
so convince you ain’t the prey
you fucked up in the worse way
your disguise all civil-like
my response, not civilized
spill your blood, real sinner-like
i been on—

i been on my Prince Vegeta shit in the gravity machine
where you been lil hoe? get your weight up
i been on my Tanjiro shit:
nigga i slay demons. i fight evil, like Jaco
if You ever catch me coonin’ for the white folks
please shoot me in my mother fucking head. on camera.
i’ma make a ruckus til i’m dead. no manners.
its allslaughter. no slander.
but i’ll fight for you.
even if you never know it.
even if you never want me to.
and you can hate us both, like they do.
the won’t praise you. but thats cool.
so you keep your blade at my gut
and while they got they blade to your back,
i’ll keep my blade at they throat.
i’ll fight enough for us both.