I hit the planet like a plague
The Book of Revelations' red dragon with ten horns and seven heads
And seven crowns skills concealed until the Seventh Seal's revealed
To fulfill prophecy
From B.C. to AC/DC radio receivers
The messiah comes back in nineteen nina fever and the rap world ends
The hereafter is after
You hear the HemisFear trinity raps rapture your Babylon vinyl
And thou shalt not worship false idols
Just like David guillotined Philistines, even God is homicidal
fukking these kids like Catholic priests after mass
Pubic hair of lamb's wool, and feet of burned brass
That I can put up in your platinum ass, son
Spit a rhyme before the child, every knee shall bow
When the divine styler is speaking in parables
Like old baptist churches, I'm getting old bytches hysterical
HALLELUJAH! Praise be to my medula oblongota
Not another nikka hotter, believe that Meshach
Your hip-hop martyr who sacrificed and gave my life
But got 4Pac, so I'm livin the Thug Life in the afterlife
Then I be walking through the pearly gates
With an infared scope ten millimeter heater (Why?)
Cuz if my name ain't in the Book of Life I'm snuffing St. Peter (Do it)
more complex rhyming from ras kass
Such a great verse.
I also dig his rhymes in this one.
The story begins like a dikkens Novel David Copperfield "I am born"
And naw nikka we all just can't get along
5996 A L The Year of Light Illuminati borner on a New World Order
And a nikka fight the struggle sorta kinda on some rappin' shyt
But real activists be on death watch like Mumia Abu Jamal
Ain't this a bytch y'all figure
It only takes a trigger and 12.98 plus tax to potentially murder 50 nikkas
So motherfukkers better duck like Daffy
Cause nowadays the average nikka think they Butch Cassidy
And the Sundance Kid, doin' bids with no remorse
It's almost methodical, education is false assimulation
Building prisons is more economical, so your nikkas in gang modules
Be giving more head than hair folicles
And nikkas like myself know the ledge and still jump like Geronimo
Huh supreme mathematics and bad habits
Cause chasing cabbage keeps a nikka savage
Blame it on the disease, we all got the symptoms
Most of us nikkas wanna be pimps but Uncle Sam really pimpin' them