ATTACK BY STRATAGEM (feat. K.J.)

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Ja'king the Divine

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I did the work of slave for the perks of a king
Emerging from the surfaces of murder and
Grieve
Where purps get knocked to Dirt flip flops
The worst pit stop, for bursting shots, seen cops purchase rock

Manic and stress, damn xan on his Breathe
Real panicking mess, man's left dancing wit death
Who's blessed? still poor stuck gambling Debt
Stranded in flesh, praying on a sample and check
Now

Rolling hash, smell the potent batch of hell on my tongue
My Shawty sucking bust a shell in her lounge
Fell in a slump, ponder if I wanna live dwelling on funds
I'm getting close to a cell and a gun

Throwing Dice with this life shit
Fiending for a nice wrist might slit bargain my soul for the right prices
They bite this, niggas be using me like a stipend
My right wrist, move with killer jewels and hype shit

I'm the wonderful asshole ya mother do
Wit a coogie, bucket hat, slacks like a Huxtable
Fuckable
This gat a make you dance like a bugaloo
The mask black just so I can cover the utter truth

Yea

Light shifts when dealing under the nights mist
It's a bummer summer my younging hunger rise quick, why this?
Watching son die living gods sin, Minds bent on my final hour n the time spent

Bare witness 
The Nile of emotion where the foulest crowds arouse by commotion
Through a sonic sound I found my devotion
I'm coping with death as of now in this moment
Bound and I'm focus to blow up
I'm like so what, the dough slow up just flow like the cold crush
Sho nuff, me and Rome on our own stuff
Digging in the creates while listening to Capone much

Everybody gotta pay to live, laws from a racist pig
Could never own the planet, cause he made it his
I pray to live long,  even tho I was did wrong,
Til my atoms crack and my memories in a neuron

I told you life is a Gamble I'm moving right thru the scandal
Life in shambles Lightin candles pursuing Mikes over Sandals
See Bruthas on the corner they shootin dice with no amo
Treat This mic like the rock I'm too  precise with the handle
Hand on my chest I ain't planning to rest
Niggas scamming for checks hand to hand Gamble for less
Can't test land of the stress now u famine for death
Can't flex cuz I ain't done till they stamp me the best
This philosophical rap for philosophical cats
This fellas fulfilling a feeling it's still a bop when I black
I'm spillin logical facts I feel unstoppable black
For shiny jewels grimy dudes  Peel the block for a stack
This the game plan move in silence we in the same  stance
Faith lands Jotting these words worth about 8 bands
Knocking kool G keep it raw imma Kane fan
We gettin Sharp u know soon as the plane land
I'm Malcolm x resurrected in the flesh
Brother J with the Clan like I'm reppin. for the X
My Moms told me son never settle for the less
So I'm taking what I want bet u never would've guessed

Lizards with the face of men
Spat acid that  lazilk the third eye close from Curbs i rose
Wit affirmative acts, to further my racks
Know fiends who turnt ghost from a serving of pack (Pac)
Facts
Niggas faker then these bitches surgery gaps
America, rabbit hole full of worry, and rats
Blast jazz with a bad bitch pouring me yack
Thinking bout the lost time that my mother regret

In Twenty two years, I see it through clear Like a souvenir
My new peers, hate my potential a Nigga too rare
Ex still call to pursue here 
Shawty fucked my last mans with my baby in here stomach
Who cares?
Guzzling beers; let the weak rebuttal with fear
We Suffer in pairs, wishing that brother was here
Dead body never blinks its the ugliest stare
I swear, wanna do dirt but the fucking mud is severe

Peace to my young Padawans, nigga paddle on
Take the saddle off, why bondage to be a vagabond
Nagging on, in ya gadgets scraping ya saddest songs
We was born, Into tax brackets detach the poor

I seen it drawn on them pyramid walls
They fearing us all, the black man merely dissolve
Vivid memoirs of niggas graveyard and dead cat scans
Where they take the organs from corpses and leave a flat man

Word to my backhand, I will smack the shit out the purps
Lurking the earth, from the shadows like Batman

Behold the images thou ought to paint as a lyricist
World be ruled under the wickedness
lessons from a fool
Babies are being schooled on agenda-based premises

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