Envy

(Forgive me)
(It's destroying me)
(Truth)
(All Truth)
(Sweet Jesus)

If we can't communicate
Then what the fuck we talking 'bout?
If you can't articulate
Then why'd you open up your mouth
In the first place?
They don't got a horse in this race
They don't know I walk among them
Lost in space
I am the night watch
And the predator
10 steps ahead of ya
Off Top the 7 Spirits Omega
City Hall will always be corrupt
You will never get enough
Your justice
Only feeds the distrust
What you feed into your brain
Only turns it into mush
What you feed into your veins
Only trains you to lust
You will die a slow death
And it's by design
As they milk you for profits
And bleed you dry
Show-stoppers
Gold watches
And eye-poppers
Throw down with the shelf-stockers
At Foot Locker
And I'm with it
Get mine 'til it's finished
Read the sign, cuz
I'm open for business
'Round the same time we fought back the British
French nationals executed politicians
'Round the time that we killed Bin Laden
Occupy protestors started poppin'

Run through the streets
Like Kong in the city
Military chasing me
With heavy artillery
Caught my own Hail Mary once
What a victory
Got an underground lab
Underneath a cemetery
Where the zombies be
Asking me for beats
Grave-robbing rhymes
From Two-thousand-and-three
All these legalistic churches
Are the Whores of Babylon
When Jesus returns
Y'all gonna get your grovel on
I'm here for a purpose
To tear shit up
And lay new foundations
For y'all to rise up
They will rob you of purity
Rob you of unity
Brainwash you to commit
The same travesties
If you're hearing this
It's already too late for me
The emcee apocalypse
Finally got me
I'm like Obi-Wan out here
Fighting Nazis
My songs don't cry, yo
They fucking bleed

(Forgive me)

It's getting real heavy
Real dark outside
Even the moon pays respect
And reflects no light
When it's my time to shine
My verbal tradition
I don't sell records
I charge tuition
Off Top is the truth
You're afraid to listen to
I got a huge crew
But I stand in solitude
I got a nice booth
But I scream the Beatitudes
From rooftops
While I throw grenades
At liquor shops
I simultaneously minister
And destroy
Feeling lucky?
Flip a coin
Let's see what I deploy
'Cause this might be the last verse
I will ever record
So I'm flipping over rocks
That don't like to be explored

This is terminal velocity
Free-fall on the city
Yes, yes y'all
I'll give it my best y'all
Fo' shizzy
I'm the greatest emcee of an era
Yet to come
Like a distant sun
I will be over and done
'Fore my light hits the Earth
Like, "Where did he come from?"
Too late
I burned out
While you were high on the couch
So debate my greatness
While my wings are spreading out
'Til the day I resurrect
And bring the whole world down
Like Jeramiah 5
What'd you think would happen?
If you sleep on the God
I will catch you napping
I'm not right
I write nice though
My MO is much ammo
For your Lambo
So turn tail and scramble
My name's Off Top
Producer-slash-emcee
Pick your poison
And die green with envy