doomsday - DJ Static, Negash Ali

Look at these mans on these camcorders

All I see is cannon fodder

Welcome to the anarchist quarters

With the disorder on animal farmers

You are not a worthy adversary

Just stick to your fictitious murders and your anaesthetics

Without your burner you’ll need calisthenics

Take your 10 fingers and go count your blessings

I taste blood

All my exes that I ate hearts

I was a bad boy, I played parts

Just like an asteroid I changed course

But bye bye to bygones

Ahead is icon like eiffel at nightfall

And my brother is my blood brother

Gotta keep him from being drug runner

And they look at me like I’m menacing

Leave me be with my adrenaline

That’s my precious thats my engine

I don’t care if its 2 intense for your senses

I got acrobatic bars

Afroasiatic in them pharoah garms

Back on that hakuna matata'

A pat on the back for the failed coup d’etat

Uh uh Ima handful

Storm your press conference and shoot with sandals

Ku ku in my klan duke

Some voodoo from my ancestral

And I guess I drank the kool aid

Like a chick that grabbed the bouquet

But now i’m back on that d’usse

Welcome back to the doomsday