You can catch me up north, matter of fact im on the border If you wonder where I get my swag from, its Minneapolis, Minnesota Thug city…..you can see that on my brim If you ever mention “King Sandman” they know, cant nobody fuck wit him I became a light a long time ago, now im in the field setting niggaz on fire every chance I get Taking you to another dimension when I write like a prophet, leaving you in a trance when I spit, Like a 30 round clip, ima hit’em in the head and the heart and the nutsack You in the hood claiming you a real nigga, but you steady killing niggaz in the hood, man fuck that Now when the po-po kill one of yours, I can bet my soul you niggaz wont bust back, That’s the definition of a “real nigga” according to the pigs, nigga trust that shit Im in the hood everyday trying to teach a little brother how to be respected, Suicide/genocide been injected like a disease, and we’re all infected But I never expected for it to be this hard to get love from my own kind, Living in a fantasy of my own mind, but reality stopped me like a clothes line My notebook is a gold mine, so let me dig til I hit my destiny Or til the feds come arresting me for terroristic threats on the devil I see ahead of me They don’t want no drama, fuck naw they don’t want no drama Heat’em up slow like a sauna, kill’em all period, no comma Eat’em up quick like parana, then go back for seconds Little niggaz in the hood talking wreckless, hang em up high by the necklace (why?) Cause we came hear on the same boat, and was hung up by the same throat, Now these bitch-niggaz wanna bang, folks? Man they gotta be off that caine smoke Kill’em all, send em all to the flames, joe, no remorse cause they never woulda came close to understanding the mission of each and every one of the blood cells running through my vains bro I got kids in the hood looking up to me, waiting to do whatever that I do, So if I kill a nigga, they gonna ride too, and if a cop kill me, they gonna die too, Everythings on deck prepared for war, whenever they ready to crack it off, Put the pressure on the frontline, no surrender, no retreat, and never no backing off, Cut em off at the base, leave them up-rooted, make sure that they don’t grow, Then bury them under the concrete and send them to Hades where all of the souls go Revolutionary gangster, the star of America’s nightmare And when the funk pops off, all bullshit aside, my killers is gonna be right there Only got a little bit more time left, so im giving it to you raw til it aint no more breath in my body, til I reach syncope….near death, cause I swim with the sharks and don’t even get wet, Any way you put it, everythings on deck, don’t expect nothing less when you mess with a vet Twin Cities, Minnesota rep one big set, if you niggaz aint wit it, you can get chin-checked, 29 down, still aint met none yet that’s fucking with the King, tell me what you wanna bet aint a nigga like me that can spit it like a jet, but keep it all true while you play like a pet, im my own man, if you really wanna test, we can take it to the streets or whatever works best, if you really wanna battle then you better go assess what it is you trying to do before you turn it to a mess then ima have to clean it all up, and send it away to Scottie to beam it all up, cause we live by the code and we die by the game, if you see what you saw, better keep your mouth shut (zip it up) all you rap niggaz finna get crushed, and all you fake trap niggaz finna get flushed, bite a nigga style thinking that’s whats up? I don’t even get offended, you just make me blush I put it down in my city, no lie, better check a nigga history, Before you run-up and talk a whole lot of bullshit that you don’t know nothing about, Steady bluffing, condemning a mystery, You better know what it is to me, its always the same and its never gonna change, This is an attempt to wake all of you up before we send-it-up and go out with a BANG

Came up in a system of section 8 and welfare And people from elsewhere like Bel-Air pay my heath care Hustle! That’s automatic, (I) cant be living of that allowance Cause people be getting lazy (by) thinking that money flows like a fountain There was nothing laid out for me from mama and papa So I gotta get mine, even if it means my block’ll go “Blocka” The drama don’t stop until somebody lay dead in the grave Or gone in the head and enslaved with only a bed in my cage But I cant go down that road…. you can drown that, bro So I found that flow, and I make it sound so cold If I can get it to pay my bills, then I live my dreams Otherwise this nightmare lives, real as them midnight screams When I hear them gunshots rip, hit the flesh of another brother A casualty….self-inflicted, while these wheels just hover And suddenly I discover that my mission is somewhere other that’s somewhere way above us, but for now im just…. Im just gonna sing you a song full of my pain so im not alone And you can know that you’re not alone when you feel so trapped that you cant go on see, I just wanna live my life see, but life got a way that makes it hard to do right but tell me how am I wrong when I….. tell me how am I wrong when I….. Waking up at 5AM to my mama coming in the house yelling “Wake UP” “Dudes up the block wont give me whats mine! Now, what you gonna do?” pray up then grab that “Millie May” and a extra clip for the back-up thin ice under my feet, but I walk with the weight of a tractor situation: Dirty huh, more like disaster so disastrous ima have to keep silent about what came after but, better know im no actor, I really be living the life of a G in the belly of the beast where we all creep trying to find another way to eat, cause its no peace no piece of the pie, when they split up their fortune, we get no portion but how can you label them “haters” when you see the bs that we be endorsing like: money, cars, and clothes, and hoes, “When the J’s hit the stores, man I gotta get those” “And Ill leave’em all froze if they ever contend me or one of my bros, fasho” ….warrior mentalilty running in my veins and they don’t even know, lets go im repping my people all over the globe, and im ready to show my soul let the God run through me while I go head to head with the devil dead to dead is my level, you can get fed the lead from a rebel demons coming at me from every direction, moving at the speed of darkness but I move at the speed of light, and through darkness I have sight, if you really wanna battle me, you better be ready for a million to take flight, look in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a satellite, or it just might be the ones that have been around before even the sun the day will come where all of the evil deeds will be done and we all will be one kingdome come, come kingdome come, come the return of the Alpha-Omega and after him their shall be none but for now….. im just gonna sing you a song……

This evening, we gone see who you believe to be the best Ccc sec’s and it aint no need for me to guess Ancient tongues is what I speak to feed that need that’s deep in your chest And hopefully, what you receive makes you and me relieve the stress Yes, yes, I am the king and I intend to keep the thrown, If you think you can compete with MDG then bring it on See, nor hear no evil, no “elite” can teach me wrong ‘cause he who created me made me a “G” all on my own now tell me, who the fuck want war with the God im warning you im warning you because its spiritual law for what im gonna do (what you gonna do?) let it burn (set’em on fire) let it burn fill the urn, bet they learn no remorse, I prayed for them so many times I bled, I cried, I gave my mind, and now I gotta come and take whats mine Now on your knees, break yourself I need your soul, or at least whats left I can set’em free, but they still wont fly probably That’s why when they try to box me, they “Glass Joe” and im “Ali” So many styles its (thousands) not even worth counting From inches to miles to counties, even countries, no boundaries Im all over the place, style like water, transform…… To the air, then to the fire, then to the earth, and leave every man scorned I been piecing this puzzle together since birth, I mean since land formed And that means that Im made up of earth-mind, and God-body, and Man-born Now that’s too deep for most, Back to the surface…..Heat the toast, Back to the purpose…. Peeps and Folks, C’s and B’s, we need to focus Gotta be ready for war whenever they ready to kick it off Cause we in they home field, this shit is so real They let a killer run free, but they locking niggaz up for dope deals? I just cant understand it, but then again, yes I do I read in the basic instructions before leaving earth, and the story I read was true If this is the time that they said was to come, and if we are the ones Then lets gather and pray They’re blowing the whistle to start up the game When we break from this huddle, be ready to play! I mean ready for ANYTHING!! If you’re ready for anything say “oh yea” (oh yea) Cause if you aint, then they taking off your head Now one more time, gone ‘head, if you ready say oh yea Bust ya guns in the air like you don’t care Them cowards are so scared, if you tired say oh yea Tryin to elevate so I can fly higher than most air The Messiah said “go there”, if you fired up, say oh yea I walk on waters where most of them wont dare Supreme wisdom, they say my advantage is no fair They mad cause I wont share, cause most of them don’t care I consider my songs prayers, most just don’t have the vision My vibe is Harriet Tubman, You niggaz is Willie Lynch-ing Don’t give a damn if you’re Christian, Muslim, or Buddhist living The only way to see God is through death, I need no religion They giving tips to my children on how to end up in prison, Details on whipping in kitchens? To me that sound like you snitching These rappers be like “But bro, famo, that’s all I know” But I don’t be trying to hear it, the fault is no one’s but yours When I came up, yes, I was poor, im no stranger to struggle But when do we break the cycle? When do we remove the muzzle? And say what needs to be said, to bring us back to our senses No fear of ending up dead, no fear of the consequences Im sick of bowing my head, hoping ALLAH come rinse us…. Of all the blood that we bled, I feel the spirit of vengeance Decendants of King Yahweh, Hallelujah Yahuwa Still screaming “free Larry Hoover” so now they watch my maneuvers I do them just how they do us, watching their every move up Cause they don’t care ‘bout our future, daily the po-po prove it They leave us with cuts and bruises, treat us like less than humans When all we wanted was freedom and YOU created this nuecance Yes YOU created this nuisance, this ironic congruence to revalations This language I speak so fluent through music……….