
i was born with the deadliest curse ready to burst
horns torn from skull when i step on the earth
horn on the head dawn of the dead walking zombie
hellbent riding suicide out in a hearse
possessing any host dying to live
and it aint mac dre when u see a ghost riding a whip
at the edge of a cliff accept your death
if i tell you to jump u better ask how high like red and meth
hedge your bets stare at the prize
cuz like nicky taratino you could get buried alive
ripping there casino no more of these top scholars
cuz i symbolize death like an orange in godfather
look it up don't step to the mic death is in sight
even if your suicidal i'll make u beg for your life
i haven't spit for 2 seasons don't think my weapon won't slice
i got some shit to address with the cyph
the valentines one i could've rapped with no pause
but i got more trouble on that holiday then al capone caused
and season 4 i could beasted and stuck to the art
but i couldn't feel the beat i wasn't numb in the heart
and no disrespect to technique cuz he outed the truth
in revolutionary volume 2
philly im gonna stay in the movement use these rhymes as evidence
so peace and respect to all the cypher veterans