The Kingdom That Worshipped the Dead

[Intro] All over the U.S States, even London [Verse 1: Evidence] Yo, I trust the pain, what I say is best What my studio suggests, my life is a mess Standing in the rain playing Reign Of The Tec A big bang in my dame, still claiming respect (Fuck) Known for sunsets, know they go west A rolling stone don't stay in no nest (No) Fresh off the plane and played with no rest No gang, so I came in the game with no vest I keep it simple life officially free (Right?) Rolling up tobacco with medicinal weed (Hahaha) You hear the rapture in my laughter Create greatness from the visions that I capture I'm after the gold and after that platinum shit I think I'm over that, cause that ain't gonna happen In L.A. my whole life, so I'm sick of the glamor But I can make an order fill clicking on the camera [Hook] Check it, who wants to disrespect? The undefeated, undisputed Crazy hardcore, no sell out Everyone in my circle is dominating [Verse 2: Rakaa] Sacrifice, born twice, the messiah and Christ The height of the night, the darker the times, the brighter the light The truth is often lost in the score That pure life essence left on the cutting edge of the sword Good lord, I grab the mic like a biblical staff It's mythical math, baptism, miracle bath Calligraphy is graphic, graffiti's scribbled in wrath That'll split you straight down the middle in half Or get your cantaloupe slipped in your jab It's the expanded man, 'mano a mano' meaning 'hand to hand' Each coward standing for nothing, they don't stand a chance When reality falls heavy as an avalanche The rock n roll hall of fame mind frame rhyme scheme Man of war, I don't chase trends, I make times change Rakaa's Jedi High Council, rare honorary Pharaoh Learn to aim a little high to hit your target with the arrow [Hook] Check it, who wants to disrespect? The undefeated, undisputed Crazy hardcore, no sell out Everyone in my circle is dominating Check it, who wants to disrespect? The undefeated, heavyweight Crazy hardcore, no sell out All over the U.S. States, even London [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] C'mon, dummy, your whole squad trash Money piled up like a interstate car crash I don't waste time cause y'all ain't worth a dog's ass I could smell pussy from the time you first walked past Sosa told The Skull to kill Tony And how you gon' ask for more, but still owe me Some of y'all 'round the real, but still phony The six by eight in the box is real lonely I'm tired of these muhfuckass, that's in my coat tail They only in my cypher, cause they know that I sold well Throw this rat muhfucker over the boat rail Marciano, inshallah, hope that it goes well This traitor over here, he a snitch like Avena And his career only seen on the History Channel I'm Cobain when he playing every riff in the flannel Ain't you house trained yet? You still piss in the kennel, stupid [Hook] Check it, who wants to disrespect? The undefeated, undisputed Crazy hardcore, no sell out Everyone in my circle is dominating Check it, who wants to disrespect? The undefeated, heavyweight Crazy hardcore, no sell out All over the U.S. States, even London [x3] [Outro: Paz] It's over...