| The right rolls reefer relentless |
| The left mostly idle, Yakuza- |
| Two-hand grip for that act of violence, senseless |
| Fuck the good old days |
| That’s Cambodian memory sickness |
| My memory barely flickers |
| Between pulls of Thai stick |
| In inclement weather, the trick is |
| To remember you don’t know shit |
| Let me handle the big picture |
| Kidnapped tyrants |
| Sever the hand of King Midas to get richer |
| If you living off reputation alone, holmes |
| Better hope they don’t try to get witcha |
| They some go-getters with go-go-gadgets like Hitler |
| Shake you down like seasoned strippers |
| But the dough flow uphill from john, to hoe |
| To the bankroll of the foul mufucker that pimp her |
| Sticky silky strands spins the spider sensing the sinner |
| Never satisfied like millionaires who eat TV dinners |
| From this range, right and wrong is Dead Ringers |
| And they won’t hesitate to pry it from out ya cold dead fingers |
| (I have a dream |
| I have a dream of a nation that’s…) |
| Spoils to the victor |
| Survival of the fitter |
| And a stone for every sinner |
| Spoils to the victor |
| Survival of the fitter |
| And a stone for every sinner |
| Spoils to the victor |
| Survival of the fitter |
| And a stone for every sinner |
| Spoils to the victor |
| Survival of the fitter |
| And a stone for every sinner |
| Spoils to the victor |
| Survival of the fitter |
| And a stone for every sinner |
| Spoils to the victor |
| Survival of the fitter |
| And a stone for every sinner |
| Spoils to the victor |
| Survival of the fitter |
| And a stone for every sinner |
| The people you think you admire? |
| They wouldn’t piss if you was on fire |
| The piff is mango papaya |
| Grimacing off that? |
| Willing seller? Willing buyer |
| Hand of God crowns the King of Liars |
| He ain’t even want the job but they already had a Messiah |
| So I’m psyching you moments before the toast gets fired |
| Yeah I threw him a line, but it was barbed-wire |
| Hard white, took him right out the frying pan |
| Put his ass in the fire |
| Bearer of bad news like damn, they got your supplier |
| Trap going ham my man, you in the deep fryer |
| Rest assured it’s part of his plan |
| The entire thing is quite inspired |
| I’ll quote scriptures, singing choirs |
| Patron saint of grifters, flows pious |
| A bet that always lose |
| An offer you can’t refuse, a bet that always lose |
| An offer you can’t refuse, a bet that always lose |
| And just like Sisyphus, there’s always rocks to move |