Judas - Ras Kass, Planet Asia, Chace Infinite

The blood scene followed by catch up

Peep the cinematography

A chopped up body found in the dry, spin it

Now who gone clean this mess up?

I’m from the school of ninjas

I free the crime scene in five seconds

Flash of a shadow, designed methods

The fine essence, divine blessings

Mind the tech, might’ve been fine

Tomb skilled fountain in the gloom tooth

The womb tail ran from the temple at 22

Memorize the manual, warning for death

I’m throwing stars at you putas

For trying to corner me up in the juice bar

That’s your head plus an arm and a leg

It’s back to the future for bread

I’m on the spot hustling meds

FedEx fair envelopes with the black dust in it

Meaning we coming to kill you when you can trust in it

Too many bodies for estimates, my goons is with it

You appear regular like city pedestrians

Honor to scroll, minus what it sells or what is sold

From the creators of rock and roll

The DNA was locked and load

Toxic bones, watch us getting it popping with poems

We’re not allowed mouth strapping their tones

I heard my ahki say he God Body while we drinking hard body

Made me thinking about God’s physical, kinda odd, probably

Christians say body of Christ

Hindus think each cast is a limb, Buddha’s reincarnate every life

Me, I’m just Bacardi and Sprite

But if the creator got an anatomy of somewhere holding the mic

His skeleton in every creed color and nation

Defeat Mohammad, Jesus and Abraham, cause that’s the foundation

Martin Luther King, Gandhi and Dalai Lama the heart

Bob Marley the lungs where the herb got sparked

Red blood cells is Damu and Piru

Crips the veins, cause your body and pump blue

The muscles must have Malcolm, Hannibal and Nat Turner

Che Guevara MC’s that are holding that burner

And neck turn your attention to 12 ribs on each side

So we must have 12 great women who changed lives

Like Mother Teresa, Mary Magdalene and Nefertiti

Harriet Tubman, Anne Frank, Marie Curie

Gloria Steinem, Sojourner Truth, Rosa Parks

Oprah probably did too, arguing with Joan of Arc

Marcus Garvey and Dubois — good thoughts in the brain

With Obama with ideas for real change

And everybody got a place to fit

Cheney an asshole, which makes George Bush a piece of shit

I’m stepping raising, no stepping fetching

Pervade it truth 'till you get it

Then work it 'til the code is embedded

Program the letters like I’m working for Microsoft

My micro hard, these cold written rhymes by God

Contemplate it like I’m John Austin walking a yard

Trying to balance to these being recorded and my tablets

Despite my transgressions at life I’m still at it

At least I’m not dead on the streets, a crack addict

Searching for salvation inside of a strange nation

Where niggers’d shoot each other than warn you about a motion

Rather live on the run and have to face incarceration

Fuck them crackers 'till they suffer from sense of deprivation