Ancient Artifacts

Niggas is trash
I rip "em in half
For the stash
Got rich on the ave
Selling white like the mavs
The prodigy full of havoc
The hood tatted
On my skin
The nigga died cuz he ratted
Mathematic
Four shots to his body
Before they added
The last two
Niggas see the hood as a zoo
When they pass through
I hold the sun
Like a rapper holds a gun
In his video
But in the courtroom can't hold his tongue
Telling everything
Nigga sing
Telling what he seen
The human rhyming machine
With more bars than the bing
Nigga hopped in the ring
Punching air when he swing
Five mics
I rip it like the source magazine
Unsigned hype
Cuz mainstream rappers is just alright
Underground
A nigga this tight
Won't see the light
Study the earth like a kemite
The shit we building
Ancient artifacts but still they lying to the children
When I be killing
It's bone chilling
Who's style you stealing?
Wack niggas
I slap niggas cuz I don't feel 'em
Django unchained
When I let the Tec bang
Hard white I pitched it like the block a Mets game
My left brain is equivalent
To ninety percent
Almost got pinched
If we ain't stash the dope in the vent
Evil intent
When I'm in the booth
Rappers will flinch
Engineers recording wack niggas to pay the rent
Oughta be ashamed
Burn down the studio with the flame
Ice in my veins
Deangelo Russell from long range
Ghost with the goalie mask
When the forty blast
I beat a trash rapper ass
Like he owe me cash
My technique
Is sharper than glass
The paragraphs
In my rhyme book
Is full of shit that you can't learn in class
All scientific
Nigga the flow is on terrific
With deep lines
You gotta rewind
In case you missed it
Nigga I kick it like Bruce Lee
With a kufi
I'm making plays
Selling the zone a two three
What you tryna score?
Designer shit I wore ain't in a store
I'm still at it
Stillmatic with the velour
And the hat tilted
Hip hops dead wack niggas kilt it
Cuz big business
Came in the game
After we built it
Secret relations
Like that side bitch I'm dating
Your shit is just not adjacent
To the shit I be making
Get ya chain taken
We nothing alike
We not relating
Niggas caping
Saving them hoes that we be breaking
Your rhyme skills is featherweight
Ima let the eight
Bang on a nigga like a Blake
Do when he on the break
Block quake
Making it boom
Had to make something shake
Nosy neighbor calling the Jake
Cover his mouth with tape
Nigga we sneaking in
So he won't ever speak again
Niggas won't let us in the game
But we peepin in

(They won't let us in but we're coming
Fuck that shit go back in)

Master your craft times moving fast
Powder bags
In the slabs
Tucked inside the stash
Tryna watch the dash
Inside labs
Where they created crack and lower tabs
Forty mags
But not the ones that come with ads
Eight packs inside gray ac
And I ain't talking abs
Sharp lyrics stab
Wack rappers
Stick "em for what they have
Zig zag zig Allah
Broke habits that was bad
Another lesson
Perfection progression
Nigga feel the wrath
Destroying every beat in my path
My nigga do the math
Libations having conversations
With my distant past
Niggas pouring liquor on the ground
On corners on the Ave
Over their heads
Like the moon and stars
The block is dangerous as moving cars
And it's hot as mars
Astrology really came from Kemet
So it's really ours
I pull inside the hood with Diamond watches
Niggas watch and starve
The irony that always had me puzzled
In the struggle
Physical fitness
But your brain should be your quickest muscle
Nigga you gifted
But you gotta mix it with the hustle
The master teacher is speaking
Don't give me no rebuttal
Cuz wisdom comes with time
A one eyed fool could lead the blind
Rappers copping shine
But can barely rhyme
The world is cold
Like the war between two super powers
Modify the showers
5G on the towers killed the flowers
Street niggas
Like what you mean king?
A triple beam dream
Was all good
But just part of their theme
Give them dope to sling
New Jack swing
Nino with the team
Turn the hood to fiends
Than pass out Turkeys greens
And chicken wings
On thanksgiving
Cuz celebrating massacres is just tradition
Western living
Stolen religions and private prisons
Trading stocks
Putting up walls
Slaves on them chopping blocks
Who can you call
When sometimes the killers is the cops
Riots like watts
That started from simple traffic stops
A walking paradox
I meditate sitting on mountain tops
But just last year
I was whippin over the stove with pots
Nigga brought a ox
To a gun fight
Where your forty Glock?
Your arm too short to box with the god
That money that you got
Don't mean you hot
Skills is something you gotta build
Like buddy hield shooting from the field
A shoot the two twenty three
Til his blood spilled
Packs vacuum sealed
God willed my shield
The flow gave the gods chills