7 Fires of Prophecy

We minding my business and leave me yours alone
We talking about me your job is on the camera ************
Hey look at this ********* *** right here in the back
Look Look Look at this ************ right here in the back
Look Look at him uppercut Look at the uppercut
Look at the uppercut Look at the uppercut

Look lo lo lo look at the uppercut right there Hey
Hey do the uppercut again Do the uppercut again
'Is it good or bad '
Terrible Like the worst thing in the world
Hey its a job you know what I mean
And especially in America having a job is a blessing and doing something you love is a blessing even if the people are miscreants

Yeah yous a ******* wuss You know what I mean

You couldnt last a day in my shoes
A lot of these cats I wish theyd just forget the address to the gym
You know everything is not for everybody
You dont see me going in *************
Wall Street picking up a ******* briefcase trying to type do you
Cause thats not what the **** I do
I beat the **** out of people You know what I mean

Flow is tsunami bulletproof Bugatti

Arab Nazi spraying a semi out a Ferrari
Crash Maybach Music smash Aston Martins
Cops turned rappers yall ****** is targets
Regardless Im the hardest to wannabe martyrs
Chest game weak * ***** need to move more smarter
Art of war is mastered my thoughts be the realest
Military intelligence hood under surveillance
Armed up like they got beef with the government
Hood *** * ghetto apostle live covenant
Move like the ****** thats facing Capital Punishment
Jedi Militant Minds is who I run with

Queens where the villains meet killas with illa heat
Lifers with blood in they eye saying they feeling me

Naturally will only be me one tragedy
Kuwait Majesty stay tuned witness the faculty

Come on lord dont make me load the pump
The Mossberg have you taking shots like the local drunk

My trigger finger itch like I aint had a smoke in months
I land a left-right-left before you throw a punch Left right left

I was sent from God in case Jehovah fronts
Im the explorer in the Torah I was chosen once

Put you in the corner you a lonely dunce
I been rhyming since Phyllis Hyman and golden fronts

And yall dont wanna see the heat melt

The strap go click and I aint talking bout a seat-belt
Yall could never feel the pain that we felt
Pops died watch my mother cry think how she felt
You in México **** around with Federale

I aint hard to find look for the severed bodies
I come from a culture where we treasure Gotti

Sono Italiano we rebel Gotti