When I was a kid I said, "Oh well, whatever, nevermind."

Until I almost killed myself a couple times

But I beat that

Too much strength to let the world shake me

So much hate is always trying to break me

Play with me and tear me down

Now check this out...

I got my mind right, finally

Had to grow up

I got my timing right, finally

Enough is enough

And now I'm blowing the game up

Pushing my product

Personality keeps splitting so now I'm ganged up

Sorry if I leave your booth mic a little banged up

I'm not violent but I'm mad aggressive

What's up?

I loosened all of my screws, so I'm a bit nuts

I'm full of distrust

The world's a scary place

Fake smile tattooed on a plastic face

Mutate, right down to the eye lenses

Lord, equip me with guns and defenses

All for the defenseless

Prison camp fences

Night vision headlights on bullet-proof Benz's

Landmine trenches

Helicopter flight lessons

Ammunition stockpiled for the great depression

Off Top

Got rappers on the run

Dum diddy dum diddy diddy dum dum

Like that

It's like that

And win or die

Live or lose

I'll be having the last laugh

Lord, make me a high value target (Go with God, bag full of guns)

So I can lead my people out of the darkness (A bag full of guns)

Lord, make me a high value target (Go with God, bag full of guns)

So I can lead my people out of the darkness (A bag full of guns)

Emcees can't catch me

I'm too nice

Fugitive on the run from Sauron's eye

Or was it Horus?

Centuries of mysteries before us

New Jersey state cops want me locked up in Ancora

I rhyme for the love, don't try to test it

I test positive for shit I never ingested

Outcast, reputation of a folk legend

I don't exist

Quantum leap into your session

When Top is on the mic

You better take notes

I speak in more metaphors that you ought to know

Solving history

Rap's Indiana Jones

Beat the bad guys like I was Home Alone

On point with the beat like a metronome

Cyborg half man, half microphone

In this life it's all about who you know

Get surrounded by the people living where you're trying to go

But don't trust every snake in the garden

That spits poison then begs for your pardon

You got to want it so bad that you're starving

And have the discipline to pass on the garbage

I got my mind right

Nobody runs me

I got nothing to prove and no jealousy

No excuses or chemical dependencies

I'm at the top of my game

You can't touch me

Lord, make me a high value target (Go with God, bag full of guns)

So I can lead my people out of the darkness (A bag full of guns)

Lord, make me a high value target (Go with God, bag full of guns)

So I can lead my people out of the darkness (A bag full of guns)

This is the Poet's Prayer

We need spiritual guns and defenses

Because the attack that we face is relentless

Poet's Prayer

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