[The Manchurian Candidate sample]
A normally-conditioned American, who has been trained to kill and then to have no memory of having killed. Without memory of his deed, he cannot possibly feel guilt. Nobody, of course, has any reason to fear being caught. He cannot possibly give himself away. And I should say, if properly used, entirely police-proof
[Intro: Ka]
Yo son, you in the crib?
Alright, do me a solid, come downstairs, open the door for me
Let me get off the block for a second...
[Verse 1: Ka]
(Forever)
Egregious jewels speak the truth, a looted G, chop the grey
Plot a play for the newest V with black biscuit
At risk of doing three I'm fluent in truant
From sewer to the bluest sea
Penning craft, genuine draft, the brew is free
Here's a ill sketching, but still question (who is he?)
On one page, describe slum maze to a tee
Soft as tissue take issue, brave do agree
Realness looms, silver spoons in the ruins choose wise words as eyes merge goons are influenced
If wilding resumes, prowl with the tools
No sheep clothing, I wear wolf, howl at the moon
Trained for life, elude the shrewds, fame enticed, so rugged, cold-blooded my veins is ice
Thoughts I'm giving worth more than cost of living on slated costs. Taking shorts for bidding
Where I'm sitting they get it clicking and nights rocking
Ain't have no threads, it's roach eggs and mice droppings
Foulest turf, try to ply your earth like oxy
Bills truce, still move as if vice watching
[Chorus: Ka]
I'm wondering if them sirens for me
I'm wondering if them sirens for me
[Verse 2: Ka]
The hardest grime, this is borrowed time
My wrists bring much to give, it's cargo rhyme
Resume say starve yesterday, tomorrow dying
Conveyed the stress with ALS, started lying
Got loose with hands to land with strict guns
Now fools bite you assault rifles, big drums
I'm paid path, today's math get sums
They form press, catch long stress for quick runs, hold a piece
Still clothed in a golden fleece
Raw pledge as crazy bald heads comb the streets
Fact is, no statement retracted, prone to reach
It's feet first, heat burst, domes are breached
No coming back from that, black, Holmes's deceased
They pissed cuz we the shit? Heaters rip
Got my own back, chrome mag, I don't need a clique
Got a queen learn halloween, not to treat a trick, son smart
I see a mark, proceed to dip
[Chorus: Ka]
I'm wondering if them sirens for me
Here they come again, I'm wondering if them sirens for me
[Outro: Ka]
Here they come again
