Odyssey (C) 12-8-09

I’m on a verbal odyssey And it’ll take a miracle and Jesus that’s how you stoppin me There’s no way in sky these niggas could think they toppin me Crazier than soup on bread these niggas gotta be Buildin my dynasty like I’m croppin seed I never bust a gun but stand back when I start poppin G I’ma blow through ya skull with my lyrical lobotomy I’m so appauld that these niggas really think they got to me I can do it by tearin up ya whole posse just watch me Until when I start flowin yo hands goin up like a nazi got me Brutal treatment is in play when I come around with my lariat Get a catch then hang these niggas from a tree like Iscariot I know you niggas see me and think I’m the scariest With my black cloak with black horses on my chariot Many mistake the birth certificate for a reason for weakness But sooner or later those will be the same niggas tryin to leak this I stand where I stand under the light but still they aint spottin me I’m on a verbal odyssey