Sun Goes Down

Rap game is twisted and backwards
Too many phonies and actors
I just bestow like a Baptist
You in the throes of the rapture
I got a moment to capture
You in the zone of the master
I'm on my own it don't matter
Your throne get bludgeoned and battered
Truth is I come from manyana
I run, patrol the Savanna
Eat beats like flora and fauna
Inhale and hold it in the ganja
Hey
Exhale and blow out the reefer
Exploding gun out your speaker
No you can't run from the reaper

Slow down, there's no escaping from the reaper
Sit down, we might as well just smoke the reefer
Sun goes down and bodies going underground
And the sounds of death will feed our hunger

See now the matter of fact is
I stand below in the blackness
Demand a toll from you bastards
Pay with your soul for your actions
I break the mold, hit like Cassius
Light up a bowl with no matches
Seeking control like a fascist
Extracting gold from your ashes
You can't escape from my mic
This ain't a game, it's my life
It's plain the bars that I write
Break jaws and cause em to fight
Uh
The end of civilization
It's either kill or be taken
To where your sins are forsaken

Slow down, there's no escaping from the reaper
Sit down, we might as well just smoke the reefer
Sun goes down and bodies going underground
And the sounds of death will feed our hunger