Aiiyo
I break backs, take gats and spinal twist ya mind till ya brain stems
I train fem, boys to men like that R&B group, yet they have mac Tens
So I crack them, track them with GPS, and pinpoint their location
pin point like a head smoking a joint, pin head pinning maps like military nations
Fuck you, I'll kill you and still do with I can to conceal you
Nobody ever feels you, but they like me, my rhymes braille, ya feel me?... steel
I'm so dope I choke a hoe with a rope laced with opium smoke
I toke it them poke that joke in the throat till she overdose
fuck a Bitch Ass Mannequin, and BAM the fuck outta him
I pounce at skin, bounce with sin in between the little house he's in
Aiiyo, I'm Luther, green gems on my fingers, lantern..the black King of Music
I sing, compute it, rejuvenate the vocals, you get the best to ever do it
Articulate, mysterious as mysterio, ray ya face with 619 shots
then smoke ya eyeball fluid, like it's April, the Twentieth, Stomped
I eat black holes, and spit out their light..sorta like African AIDS..
Fuck around with me, I dare you, I'll kill you in tactical ways
Rip up your house with mechanics above average blueprints couldn't match it
so Jay Z gave me the props, then dropped the Anon-Print to match this
That's why the CD got my signature,
subliminals saying "Buy Morbid Injection", like albino's I forfeit complexion
Pour it with sentence, now I'm black white yellow, and more bitch, I meant it
So tired I resist arrest like staying awake in my dreams, dreaming of sleep
I'm keeping the piece, loaded in my hand like dictators in the east
Send me to hell? Add a apostrophe to the command and he will
until then, shut the fuck up, before I ask for another blood refill
when you see me you see skills, TV with these pills,
I tele-Vision like video phones, threw ports in ya comp till C-Fills
Keep ya body confused with Jet Lag like XBOX 360 Flight Simulators
Principal ask for my phone, I took out the card and said.. I'll Sim-U-Later.
See You Later.....