East New York Stamp

Samurai linguist, others suck like cunnilingus I burn shit up like a poison penis Make your whole style seem meaningless Match wits wit this Call your squad the hole of fortress I swoop down like a dirty Brooklyn pigeon Swing my sword wit precision Lightning speed blurs your vision Like a surgeon wit razor sharp incision Subconscious like hypnotism Water on the brain, the mental baptism Put your aura in prison Block up your chi, and bend your light like a prism Yeah, those walkin' the dog stand personified Study lessons and plant seeds to fertilize Straight up, I slaughter the ? that's got the order Spit flyin' straight at my mouth is holy water I damage flows, on the mics crushin' your matter And saw you scatter, and couldn't put you back together Fist of ten rings, I'm scrapin' Jews up out the gutter Hittin' ya, splittin' ya thoughts like Forest Whitaker Sick wit the, get wit the thoughts next to ? Utmost, you want lyrics, here's an overdose Preverb'll tell you wit styles, you'll be a ghost I did it a lot, I been in the spot, I rip it a lot And now some motherfuckas want to try to scheme and plot And takin' chances in life like throwin' dice It's Afu-Ra, I return from death twice You talkin' bout skills? Yeah yeah, I'm twice as nice Take it to the apex, and push it high-tech These petty MC's, they picture-paintin' hot sex I melt tracks, I bomb sets wit hot wax You want some spiritual syllables wit the chemicals Murdered down eighty-five percent subliminal Ten percent, fire burn em wit my visual Five percent, we break bread all in the mental I keep it comin like rotisserie, and missin me Straight up and down, I let you know I do it wickedly It's the Code of the Samurai, prepare to die Know you'll die, Brooklyn E-N-Y It's the Code of the Samurai, prepare to die Know you'll die, Brooklyn E-N-Y It's the Code of the Samurai, prepare to die Know you'll die, Brooklyn E-N-Y It's the Code of the Samurai