Ras Kass - Judas lyrics
rate mefeat. Planet Asia & Chace Infinite
The blood seen followed by catch up
Peep the cinematography
A chopped up body found in the dry spin it
Now who gonna clean this mess up?
I'm from the school of ninjas
I flee the crime scene in five seconds
Flash of a shadow design methods
To find essence divine blessings
Mind the tech might've been fine
Tomb skilled fountain in the gloom tooth
The womb tail ran from the temple at 22
Memorize the manual, wanted for death
I'm throwing stars at you putas
For trying to corner me up in the juice bar
That's your head plus an arm and a leg
It's back to the future for bread
I'm on the spot hustling meds
FedEx fair envelopes with the black dust in it
Meaning we coming to kill you when you can trust in it
Too many bodies for estimates my goons is with it
You appear regular like city pedestrians
Honor to scroll, minus what it sells or what is sold
From the creators of rock and roll
The DNA was locked and load
Toxic bones watches getting pop it with poems
And no a loud mouth strapping their tones
I heard my IK said it got body while we drinking hot body
Made me thinking 'bout God's physical kinda odd
Christians say body of Christ, Hindus think each cast is a limb
Buddha's reincarnate every life
Me, I'm just … bright
But if the creator got an anatomy of somewhere holding the mic
His skeleton in every creed color and nation
Defeat Mohammed, Jesus and Abraham
'Cause that's the foundation
Martin Luther King, Gandhi and Dalai Lama the heart
Bob Marley the lungs, when the herb got sparked
Red blood cells are diving when pi rule
Crips the veins kissing your body your pump blue
The muscles must have Malcolm, Hannibal, and Matt Turner
Take aberrancies are holding out burner
And neck turner, turn your attention to 12 ribs on each side
So we must have 12 great women who changed lives
Like Mother Teresa, Mary Magdalene and Nefertiti
Harriet Tubman, Anne Frank, Marie Curie
Gloria Steinem, Sojourner Truth, Rosa Parks
Oprah probably dead, too
Arguing with Joan of Arc
Marcus Garvey and Du Bois
Good thoughts in the brain
Good Obama with ideas for real change
And everybody got a place to fit
Chaney an asshole, which makes George Bush a piece of shit
I'm stepping raising no stepping fetching…
Truth till you get it then work into the coldest embed it
Program the letters like I'm working for Microsoft
My micro hard, these cold written rhymes by God
Contemplate it like I'm John Austin walking a yard
Trying to balance to these being recorded
And my talents despite my transgressions in life I'm still at it
At least I'm not dead on the streets a crack addict
Searching for salvation inside of a strange nation
Where niggers would shoot each other than warn you about a motion
Rather live on the run and have to face incarceration
Fuck them crackers till they suffer from sensory depravation
