Dipping Indigo, I paint like Picasso or van Gogh
With flows, nose diving into a mountain of blow
Bundled in snow, like the Kremlin in Moscow
When mercury on the thermostat's below zero
I burn, like a chimney, blunts and bamboo's
In the Cherokee position, cozy with green tea
Bent, by the window or constantly absent's
The tenant that pays rent but you might, catch a wiff
Of my Ganja spliff someday, strolling the hallway
While i'm dishing food in the kitchen or filling the ashtray
I blaze, up the world's most purplest purple haze
And praise God at sunset on fridays !

No pretend, 'cause I speak truth wrapped in the Zen
So you'll understand when time unravels the origin
My words are C-four meant to kill an Israeli
Then eventually meet death in the Eagle's belly
I'm blessed by God's grace, as I spit in the face
Of do-rags to riches, crack slangin' sons of bitches
I'm out to wreck your sixteen bars like rock stars
Kicking amps in and breaking guitars, on beats
My blades, bruise, mar and battle scar, plus
Warring with us you might die twice like Lazarus
My car's plates say ' EATSHIT ' , don't tailgate
'Cause the bullets in my weapon are ' Enemies of
the state
And you're a son to the dummies you imitate, your
fate's
To be trapped in the world of crap that you create
You're bad? then i'm a heathen, the Last fuckin Mohican
Splittin' backs swinging a battle axe on chumps that
Front but sign their sorry lives away to contracts
Shit heads, need X-Lax but we invade wax
Like Mars attacks, with facts, keepin' it gully
My styles are X-files like Mulder and Scully
Stashed in a hotel, on route six Lost Highway to hell
Me and Robert Blake hang, and shoot the shit
In a black sixty six Mustang, speakin slang
Polishing guns with blue rags like we gang bang . . .

'Cause my pen, scrawls lines like a spider crawls
Hidden as Dracula in Castlevania's walls
While he tiptoes through the shadows, I compose
Prose as multi-layered as Da Vinci's codes
From a stance like the Rhodes Collossus i'll change
form
And move like the Martian face in a sandstorm
Marching on a glass sea where the Angels trod
Preparing to wage war for the Army of God !