Yall know what my purpose is

I spit verses that lift curses off my dead president worshipers

Back where the surface is gangsters and murderers

Making money made us merciless

Its the birth of the streets its over they said

Rappers crossed over they dead

I spit my verse with technique till they know when they ledge

First to compete then Im over their heads

He too lyrical and too subliminal

every day from spiritual too criminal

Its a message in the bottle open it

its a lesson in survival cope with it

It dont make sense to die for the root of evil

It get too cerebral when that dont seem lethal

Either way is hell I cant save the world

But I can show them how to save themselves

From the

Evil things that people do, sometimes, legal dreams that we pursue, sometime we dont think that we can lose, sometimes

Call it >>>>, its the root of evil we the proof, some times its a plea from me to u

I seen through the eyes of the prophets

King tutankhamun

And Martins and Malcolms

And Elijah Mohameds

Wise with knowledge

Paid in full interest aside in the pockets

Just rise with the topics

Rise economics I show you that time is more valuable than them diamonds in your watches

U grind where the block is you die for those dollars

Plus work for them too u know right where wallet is

Thugs is pitchin chicks is in the club stripping

flippin *** and pimpin hood is flood of grippin

latin kings and black guerillas governments

In fact hopng we dont go at these go at these cracker killers

It sound like a set up and we the victims

One out of a million will beat the system

Here and wish for flippin brinks is over with

Take your chips and go legit

From the

Evil things that people do, sometimes, illegal dreams that we pursue, sometime we dont think that we can lose, sometimes

Call it >>>>>>>>>>>, its the root of evil we the proof, some times its a plea from me to u