[Verse One] I’m at the drug lab trying to figure out my next move I’ve gotta make this raw street hop break through This criminology rap that slash fake crews Like insanity that make front page news I’m the head trauma that makes your scar face bruise MCs nowadays lose with bars they use There’s a war between Heaven and Hell, which do you choose? No matter what side homes you gotta pay dues My central intelligence was birthed in my residence Downtown tenements were grim and no elements man I live my life while the wicked try ending it My brain’s more fucked up than joints with a stem in it Your weak shit I’m deading it all for the cause I’ll be crucifying your lies live on a Jesus cross We hold our own court when truth is the judge I got hollow jurors that give out guilty verdicts in blood [Verse 2] Still make the world panic more than gang faggots lead masses Go beyond banging, fuck religion Meditate with the buddhists, I’m ramming horns with the Jewish Speak gnostic when I walk through Jerusalem Cleanse you, come and swell out your Lakota-Sioux We’ve been through the stars, seen the birds named Jesus His ink clues write truth aimed to wake the youth Before they waste their talent, end up locking a shoot C’mon, I’m culminating when I’m in the meridian Illumination, fuck being an idiot A master mason when I’m building my pyramid Medicine man blowing up the schools of Americans I’ll let you go tell a friend, determination to leave my fam In war to cross dope we kill a minuteman I’m living paranoid, I think it’s the end July 10th the Earth wept when I took my first breath [Hook] [Verse Three] We deal up with a system designed to confuse niggas minds And it’s worse when the people divide Fighting titans, ruling the Earth’s tyrants Evil alliance trying to blind us and changing the ancient god sciences Instead of taking knowledge and applying it The devils reversed the knowledge and gave us the spell of leviathan God became dark, meaning a dark star Represented by Anubis am I losing y’all? Hope y’all ready for war, I be busting Turn the trumpets blow to signify the end for us all With a tent, a canteen, and a chrome .44 Not dealing with man’s rituals but with God’s laws And I know I’m on the list for the things that I spit The government act as if the artists are terrorists They terribly pissed because the kids listen to this And get influenced by the music so they can’t tell em shit This is rebel music, nigga raise your fist The words that I speak a nigga live and die by this I’m just a poet with an ancient soul A master teacher that knows how to break down speak in code [Hook] SHARE THE LYRICS   “C.I.A. MURDER ME” TRACK INFO FeaturingChace Infinite EXPAND TRACK INFO   The Terror Tapes Vol. 1 (2006)SICK JACKEN 12.  Decade of Dope 14.  C.I.A. Murder Me