The bastard son I spit non fiction In exile for a while now with raw friction Never be a pawn the boomerang be upon you I'm like Fela with my heart in Venezuela...

Your god is a homeless assassin Who roams the world to save He's digging for buried treasures He's leaving nothing but fields of graves The tears will fly like...

Blood done been running down streets flood with beats Pepper spray over cracked concrete So vicious make a rich mans neck split Underworld bout to wreck shit be...

Blood soaked earth that you call home Close your eyes but don't sleep We comin' like peoples army For the people who can't eat Who work with no sleep For the ch...

They say that in war That truth Be the first casualty So I dig in selector I the resurrector Fly my shit Sever your neck Wider than ever With my tongue Dipped i...