7 Fires of Prophecy

We minding my business and leave me yours alone

We talking about me your job is on the camera ************

Hey look at this ************ right here in the back

Look Look Look at this ************ right here in the back

Look Look at him uppercut Look at the uppercut

Look at the uppercut Look at the uppercut

Look lo lo lo look at the uppercut right there Hey

Hey do the uppercut again Do the uppercut again

"Is it good or bad "

Terrible Like the worst thing in the world

Hey it's a job you know what I mean

And especially in America having a job is a blessing and doing something you love is a blessing even if the people are miscreants

Yeah you's a ******* wuss You know what I mean

You couldn't last a day in my shoes

A lot of these cats I wish they'd just forget the address to the gym

You know everything is not for everybody

You don't see me going in *************

Wall Street picking up a ******* briefcase trying to type do you

Cause that's not what the **** I do

I beat the **** out of people You know what I mean

Flow is tsunami bulletproof Bugatti

Arab Nazi spraying a semi out a Ferrari

Crash Maybach Music smash Aston Martins

Cops turned rappers y'all ****** is targets

Regardless I'm the hardest to wannabe martyrs

Chest game weak ****** need to move more smarter

Art of war is mastered my thoughts be the realest

Military intelligence hood under surveillance

Armed up like they got beef with the government

Hood **** ghetto apostle live covenant

Move like the ****** that's facing Capital Punishment

Jedi Militant Minds is who I run with

Queens where the villains meet killas with illa heat

Lifers with blood in they eye saying they feeling me

Naturally will only be me one tragedy

Kuwait Majesty stay tuned witness the faculty

Come on lord don't make me load the pump

The Mossberg have you taking shots like the local drunk

My trigger finger itch like I ain't had a smoke in months

I land a left-right-left before you throw a punch Left right left

I was sent from God in case Jehovah fronts

I'm the explorer in the Torah I was chosen once

Put you in the corner you a lonely dunce

I been rhyming since Phyllis Hyman and golden fronts

And y'all don't wanna see the heat melt

The strap go click and I ain't talking bout a seat-belt

Y'all could never feel the pain that we felt

Pops died watch my mother cry think how she felt

You in México **** around with Federale

I ain't hard to find look for the severed bodies

I come from a culture where we treasure Gotti

Sono Italiano we rebel Gotti