My Uzi weighs a tonne
Tommy Gunn
Rodan
I’m the neighborhood bum, one
Monsters thugging through your stratosphere
Sky fortress got you hoping and horoscoping
Monsta Island
My Uzi weighs a tonne, my Uzi weighs a tonne!
Yo many leaps of faith to shocks
List and waited
Sharp jewels became more sophisticated
Got Emerald City wishes and made it Pressure stone tinament styles are innovated
Beat the odds out of casinos in Hell
Heavyweight wrists son taking what
Asiatic galactic super Nubian Jesus
Deities out the East stay shitting on riot polices
From fly coogle fleeces
Del Eases with fat creases
Do you member or remember my family tree is God
Lyndel or B. Wood polytheis
Monster jekyll Knievel fly through an eye of a needle
Pack a nickel plated medieval
Silver spears causing mad upheval
While you praying for my downfall, I stay spraying your whole cathedral
Superilific character specific
Scriptures pre-neolithic
Take my word for it like a film critic
Nasty bonic spray paint the White House in explicit hieroglyphics
Premonitions of Genesis
Four hundred year prime nemesis
Grammar like a hammer, you can’t touch this black, lyrical supremacist
Snitching nigga blow whistles
Swift niggas duck missiles
Local unoffical all eye seeing dark chrystal
I’m a solo broadcast using low frequency smoke signal
Unoriginal prophets from your sex or crime sales
Shake down you line rhyme tales where every other line fails
Compare to mine your stale, lacklustre weak shine pales
Measure my date of origins of planetary time scales
No surprises, add two Brutus, back stabbing ass Judas
I bear witness peeping through your whole outline like a nudist You clueless
Well it’s Black Jesus
I went to Queens and got my wings
Gat squeezes
But everything ain’t what it seems
Keep back, heathens
Put one in your spleen and run up on dreams
Black divas
Shaking their thing for the king
Black Jesus
Broken glass all over the place
At the Greek fest, ass all over the place
Black Jesus
Scabs all over my face
Black Caesar
Gats all over my waist
On my way to court COs harass you, doing things they don’t have to do Time serve fast food, 64 with 64 cash rules
Caps for food, more caps for you, more caps for you
Grab jewels if never had jewels and drop jewels international
Just at the devil castle, locals joke you and trap you
Joke is they not laugihng with you they laughing at you, they laughing about
you, they laughing without you
The born in Brooklyn bad news back to you with more bad news, blasphemy
Black Jesus blast for me I’ll blast for you
Actual facts are thrown at you
Tommy Gunn, Rodan when we die, our heads be statues
Intellect reflect, refine
Bob your head respect mines
Godly signs supreme air like mine attracting shine
Divine by design
Sit back, relax with a dime
Mark a date, swear by the time
When all snakes fall behind
Single line we spy
True and living pop rewind
Seek knowledge to nines
And let your thoughts incline
Century is twenty-one
Wack shit get more rotation then the earth around the sun
My Uzi weighs a tonne
Bust you in your forehead four times with a four four
Make your face look like a candy apple
I grab you and throw you in the glabacle at you
The black Jesus
I could’ve tackled you in the tabernacle and did what I had to do That’ll do Pass through gratitude
I ain’t mad at you my tatoos a temple too
Supernatural could’ve clapped you instead I catch you
Angel of Love and Angel of Death just passed you
Don’t look in the back of you
In the Rapture I’m gonna rapture you
Wack MCs like a disease
I’m coming ATCHU!
Blast for me, Black Jesus
You blast for me, I blast for you
Rodan, back to you
Yo my flows through combination in sound
Go to town, no jokes for you Jack Nicholson weird Al Yankovich clowns
Pound for pound swing a major league forty-four like Hank Aaron
Architect supreme macking my knife like Bobby Darrin
Broad jump nail scrub bitches ride my rail chasing my holy grail now
Feeling me like braile
Gas mask wack faggots on wax make sand tracks and max outside of jail now
Permissable bonds county … and house counting leaving guards fed up Seek knowledge none of these dicksucking COs conceal a lawn head up Pile driver persona, whip Chevy Tacoma, one owner
One corpse in the trunk, decayed body aroma
Slip and slide from Daytona thousand miles across the deserts of Arizona
Sold another Corona
So hurried heat donor, my Uzi shine bright and gave thirty-three beams of light
glaucoma
Petty hearts pumping jealous slush, infected brain cells suffer cellarous
I grew up eating true capellas bust
Seek divine blood and archangels kiss the sky smoking stellar dust
Whatever gush my treasure plush plus a pleasure rush
From Every Beretta crush
A physical sport, deadly biblical thought the original man taught
Dump the body in the Nile River peel out in the two-thousand digital grand sport
Animation undetectable your life’s unethical public jury inspectacle
Skeptical hits on a mouth of shit like my pistols receptacle