[00:37.72] They say the mind is a terrible thing to waste [00:39.77] So my every rhyme is designed from a spiritual place [00:42.70] Get the time, I'm some kind of a lyrical great [00:45.85] I drink wine from the vines of superior grapes [00:47.84] Why you think I carry the weight? They got me very irate [00:50.85] I make a classic, it's a habit how I bury these stakes [00:52.87] You can't compare me to snakes, I never bite, I never crawl [00:55.97] On the mic I'm something that you never saw, this is raw [00:58.94] Y'all can't be serious, [? ] it's hilarious [01:01.97] I leaves you bloody like the first man to have a period [01:04.07] Period, I ain't gotta write no more [01:07.08] But since the beat kinda nice I'm a write some more [01:10.04] Fight your war for what? Little cash, little cheques? [01:12.13] So when I die you can put a little flag on my chest? [01:15.18] You a fag with a rep, I got shotties for your men [01:18.16] If Obama don't get the spot, it's probably not for him [01:21.12] Enough black men do good to only get shot [01:23.27] That's why I'm good in the hood, I don't need to get the props [01:26.22] I only need to get these thoughts off my brain [01:28.26] Chopped [? ] let Juju Mob in the game [01:43.30] Here comes the storm, get your talking on, sick nature back from the dead [01:46.37] Like the motherfuckers been reading the Necronomicon [01:48.33] When the sick person is talking, I murder the market [01:50.36] I'm a monster, kids trying to see me searching the closets [01:53.46] If incompetent knuckleheads are being slumberers [01:55.41] I'm sick, I kick in a fucking door in and slap em out of pajamses [01:58.49] Y'all fakers believe that I've been racing with cheetahs [02:01.43] My face is the thesis to standing tall and my laces Adidas [02:04.52] If I'm unlucky to fuck [? ] [02:05.47] I'm sick motherfucker, plague wouldn't touch me with rubber gloves [02:09.32] Half-steppers stay beneath me, the rap shit'll never leave me [02:12.33] I'll bring thunder like Thor swinging his hammer to AC/DC [02:15.34] Fuck you if you think this shit is improper [02:17.33] While I'm lying rappers be pushing their keys thinking they're hustlers [02:20.40] I'll show and prove, never do it for paper [02:22.49] [? ] maker or move for Snowgoons and the nature, motherfucker [02:37.49] The mob remains, we was just in the shadows [02:39.46] King of kings, Kamachi and Cauze, brother of pharaohs [02:42.46] Cousins of killers, fathers of felons [02:44.53] Don't like no weed around us, we'll abolish your section [02:48.34] Got juice? You willl get bashed to a pulp [02:50.44] Real talk, yeah since the status was cult [02:52.42] Hundred and eighty-seven songs, that ain't half of my vault [02:55.47] Hell froze, paved my way out on a path made of salt [02:58.48] Me and Mach made of fire, ain't no patching the torch [03:01.50] Pass out [? ] passing the pork, I'll splatter your thoughts [03:03.54] West Philly where I rep, where my passage was taught [03:06.50] Wilding up the block while grandaddy sat on the porch [03:09.67] Watching the news with his back to the room [03:11.66] I grew up with kids who swam with crack in the womb [03:14.67] Now they selling the same shit, pop's style on the same strip [03:17.67] Shower you, rhymes powerful as a cage kick [03:20.73] Oh what a tangled web, I leave you maimed and dead [03:22.70] Without a microphone I make you fucking bang your head [03:25.73] My anger's fed when I get some heat from wax [03:28.70] [? ] Gattsburg, woulda been a hit man, just learn to rap first [03:31.72] Used to be a fat jerk, now I'm a skinny one [03:33.83] One man, one gun, I go to war with anyone [03:36.84] You fuck with Juju Mob, that's asinine [03:38.84] Won't have to rhyme, nigga we'll settle this by blasting nines [03:42.71]