Genghis Khan I ft. Tragedy Khadafi

Megatron is a Martian, feeding off weed and cash
I dash from my ship in the Roswell crash
You smash, when you bash with the clashing ox
Saw you in half without a fucking magical box
Wet pussy always seem to splash my cock
I'm dead, they just didn't leave the casket locked
Pass my block, I let shots drill in your spleen
We ill marines, with handheld killing machines
Still dreams with the armoured steel, guard your grill
Nigga I was brought up by the kints in Smallville
Following Allah's will, harbouring the skill
Caught up in the real, don't give me cause to kill
Nocturnal, I stroll where the darkness goes
If I had to follow the moon across the globe
With the staff and white robe, I still hold metal
Disciples who walk on glass and rose petals

Last rites, we fast to blast twice
Jedi Minds, Two-Five-Two, we mad nice
We smash mics, and blast too precise
Fast forty days, and pray for forty nights

I'm savage, I write rhymes in pitch blackness
Any motherfucker that front is left backless
Y'all motherfuckers just burn into ashes
Trying to step into the dome of Vinnie Paz
This is Black Sabbath, put a slug in his rim
Cause Jedi Mind, Two-Five thugging for real
You ever think there might be trouble then peep
Cause a motherfucker like me dumping to kill
And y'all better pass the mic cause Vin's ill
Y'all learn the facts of life from Kinfem
I don't know how many kids my flow harmed
My gun control leave y'all with no arms
Y'all ever smelled the stench of dead bodies
Left in the path of the Paz and Kadafi
Five Nine, tatted up, mad stocky
Animal thug who bust slugs in the lobbies

Last rites, we fast to blast twice
Jedi Minds, Two-Five-Two, we mad nice
We smash mics, and blast too precise
Fast forty days, and pray for forty nights

I hit the turnpike on dirt bike with two heaters
On my way to Philly to fight for Mumia
Only thug gorillas will react to this
The laws try to destroy black activists
Half of y'all is performers and actresses
I keep at least a hundred grand in the mattresses
Shit so hot, soon as I write it I get indicted
I dare one of y'all scared niggas to bite it
I done stood in hood lobbies getting my rocks off
With long johns and three pairs of socks on
Ducking from the pigs so I don't get knocked off
Or popped off, and y'all thugs is soft
That's why your skirt get pulled up, clothes come off
You red dragons can't even fuck with my brain pattern
I'm online, Pentium Plus and Benz wagon
Mahdi, believe me it do ring bells
If you saw me do dirt you won't live to tell
I done lived in a cell, did bids in hell
Held niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail

Last rites, we fast to blast twice
Jedi Minds, Two-Five-Two, we mad nice
We smash mics, and blast too precise
Fast forty days, and pray for forty nights