....Blessings out the hymnal
A book smart nerd that learned lessons from the crim-nals
Stage, lights, Queensryche, silent lucidity
But these days I'm in the mood for violent stupidity
I strive for liquidity, these tyrant hoodlums
Time to burn Pennsylvania Ave, I don't mean Brooklyn, Hillbilly
Crooklyn Dodger in a Karl Kani throwback
Flawed human being Sam Cooke, Bobby Womack
I got home addresses on all my girl's exes
Still got a working password to Lexus Nexis
Lex is the henchmen, Palumbo's the pastor
Sting in 96 sliding down from the rafters
Wholesale supplier like I'm Costco's nemesis
Rain on your town like I'm Bombogenesis
Direct to Exec, call me G. Gordon Litty...the
Hood Politician make a living in the city
(SCRATCH HOOK)
VERSE 2 - Lex The Hex Master
I could tell they wasn't ready for something dropping so heavy
It's necessary I bury any cat claiming they adversaries
It's not imaginary, busting through your capillaries
Snow suit must be bulletproof before you catch this flurry
I spits fire, Bruce Leroy HI-YAAA!!!
Only fuck bitches with whips & spare tires
I give you two pieces with this biscuit, deep fryer
Street Fighter, muy thai ya face, nigga - TIGER!!
I'ma be the rapper that other rappers is after
For talking shit, it's embarrassing
Tryna make a comparison
Arrogant, cause half of these cats is below average
And acting like they be smashing shit
Lex turn 'em pacifist
They so afraid of my style & my painted face
They won't give me the time of day till I started wilin' with Jake
No walls so I'm jumping out the gate again
Fuck Trump, fuck great
Make America Hate Again
