Monk From Xiolin
[Intro]
Word up, word up, niggas down the way got garbage, word up, two for fives niggas got garbage down the way, word up

[Verse]
I go off on this with Illuminati priests that sleep on cots inside the Vatican
The confidential record we've written but try to seal off
A predatorial pope with an altar boy he can feel on
Givin' you Catholicism
A spiritual type of contradiction
This is narcissistic, the prophecy's finally manifested
Through my mannerisms the majesty of this apathy
The track was appetizin' antagonizin' protagonist
Protection through perplexity
Politic'n with Parliament
Funkadelic, a relic, regardless of any reservations
Convolution was the resolution for this revolution
It's delusion givin' confusion that's never fabricated
Ashes from the blunt tumble inside the Book of Revelations
Kick it then rip it then give it a flip bet I kill it they feel it the realest alive
I'm cunnin' felonious lines, they give in their rhymes
Suggestin' these niggas is livin' a lie, I think that's a crime
That shit I despise, I'm takin' the venom inside of my mind
Then I'm placin' it right on the page
The shit that I'm writin' should leave you amazed
I'm turnin' the people to fiends
A nightmare, that vision I spit and you seein' the dream
I definitely run for the cream
In the 36 chambers of death 'til we run out of breath
But honestly I might digress
With the way that I'm movin', refusin' to rest
You can mark up the beats like a family crest
If the beat was a person I know I'm for certain
Brand all of my lyrics on top of their chest
With stab wounds for your arteries
Stories that got corroborated by cooperators
That suffer from lack of concentration
But it's complicated, responsibilities obligated
Rules and regulations I'm delegating concurrently
I'm runnin' in yo pockets and confiscatin' your currency
Compromisin' position, no wash rinse and condition
Vindictive is my rendition
With censorship and resistance
With a pen I stay consistent
But if you need some convincin'
I'm eatin' the beat alive
And I'm only leavin' you parts of it
Pardon this bipartisan
Grill that shit like it's artisan
The proclamation that like a river
My flow is steady streamin'
Liquid Swords like I'm the GZA
This nigga's a fuckin' genius
But you're never comin' in between that though
When I rip that mic, just to kill that show
Just to backtrack on black cap with a backpack full of wack raps
I'll attack that if they got a fat sack tryna get that mothafuckin fast cash
Never gotta worry 'bout a backlash
But we had a bad car crash and was runnin' from the cops
But the sign said stop and the lights turned red
Got my foot up on the gas, nigga full speed ahead
'Til the bitch broke down in the middle of a 4-way intersection
My plans been intercepted
Regrettin' mistakes in the mornin' like where's the contraceptive
I conquered your mind, you were cuckold to what I'm conjurin'
Every line is a classic like Leonardo da Vinci
Created a work of art comparable to Mona Lisa
Usin' my lyrics as brushstrokes, I let you hear the features
Comin' off as pessimistic whenever soundin' facetious
Veni, Vidi, Vici I'm supplyin' to the masses
Serenade with violins
Then devour it like Leviathan
Your hand stuck in a mandolin
While dismantling mannequins
Usin' bodies for canvasses
Shootin' sprees for your local campus
A crazy-ass nigga runnin' rampant
Heard they want it sign sealed delivered
Motherfucker I'm the one who stamped it
I roll a blunt just to deal with stress
An insecure motherfucker, let me get that off my chest
And my sanity's disappeared
I'll probably never see that bitch again
Until it all ends
Bumpin' Wu-Tang Clan with a Monk from Xiolin