[VERSE 1] The Conscience of a sinful man is deeper than a casket, Buried over wit other caskets catching bodies, The eye I took from the tiger gave me a fire, That isnt for sell but im still a buyer bury me wit gold and diamonds, So I can be everlasting shining wit my riches shit happens, In life that's makes u call people bitches roads be bumpy, Makin u fall on an off given you stitches, Ion really worry bout snitches cuz It be me, Myself an, I, I don't gotta carry a 9ine I keep to myself in peace, Piece I lay it down right in the middle of the street, In the face of the hood turn me up flame me up I'm good, But I might as well knock on wood or flame me up on wood, Ima carry my brothers like the last name, Make em famous an keep my conscience clean that's on me... [HOOK] The Conscience of a sinful man is deeper than a casket, Wrapped in goldsmere flooded in blood red rose puddles, An who knows when to settle how to party knockin women out they socks, Shooting shi up his nose like laced rocks, But out of all the sins his conscience comes into play, To save the man once again before makin a world history, Record scratch makin mistake that could take his life away, An that's cuz his conscience was into play [Verse 2] I keep it simple no menstrual I either grab a pencil, Or spit off the top of my mental peace, Please believe, I got beats to sweep, Like I was in the streets, Trying to pick up dirt with a shovel, To build a hole for this instrumental, I could be cold like rappers who sold their life to the devil, God only knows that my sould arose to different levels, Traveling from coast, To coast I'll never settle, Dimethyl-tryptamine and bezels in my blood vessels, Auras been yellow puffin Acapulco gold Although the strains I smoke, Since Ive got several That Og gon take home the medal, Ya better off plucking flower pedals while high off edibles, I'm a incredible professional with these chemicals, Incomprehensible times, Unforgettable rhymes, Multidimensional signs, Wiith a Omnidirectional grind. [HOOK] The Conscience of a sinful man is deeper than a casket, Wrapped in goldsmere flooded in blood red rose puddles, An who knows when to settle how to party knockin women out they socks, Shooting shi up his nose like laced rocks, But out of all the sins his conscience comes into play, To save the man once again before makin a world history, Record scratch makin mistake that could take his life away, An that's cuz his conscience was into play [X2]