Collapse the War Engine

I'm the author of pain
This Kalashnikov, akhi
It'll alter your frame
This the Umayyad Caliphate, conquerin' Spain
This is honor
This is Pranayama conjuring names
(I'm the conjurer)
I ain't seen nothin', muhfucka
He was found dead the 50 Cal beggin' me to
Paint the fuckin' town red
Have a muhfucka losin' weight and
That was pounds shed
Black Gucci duffel bag, homie
Where the brown thread makes a lot to define
This automatic recoil, stock sixty nine
(yeah) i saw it in the data byte (I did)
Epsilon Boötis and the black night satellite
(It's in the sky) see I stay with the toy
I will trade you for this eagle, pa
Shady McCoy it's a mind ripper
Pull a Wes Craven and breeze
Whatchu waitin' for
Lil' homie? Aim it and squeeze

Yeah, the universe big and the sun large
The 40 Cal about to give 'em
Five like a gun charge
On the street corner where
The muhfuckin' scum crawls
Everything here pure ignorance and gun bars
Camp Crystal Lake, built with Jason for days
I will ask questions first that's
The way I was raised
This a flashbang, homie
I am bringin' the SWAT
This is thug season ahki and
I'm bringin' a mop
Gaudy motherfucker, everything grandiose
The difference 'tween the cure and
The poison is the dose
My mind all over the place but I rap lucid
(I'm lucid) the type muhfucka that smart
But he act stupid (Stupid)
You lame, no idea what to do with the kush
And a bird in the hand worth two in the bush
(It is) it's Mozart over here, Don Giovanni
And I ain't worried
'bout you motherfuckers, you punani!