Method of Expression

Chapter 1

Black in the proudest

No way on Earth would I ever allow this

I'll make your bones feel it like arthritis

Well I'll give you hepatitis

When you try to recite to bite the tightness

I'll give you Tropicana with a slight twist

I make Satan righteous

You touch the mic and I get nauseous

I'll join Iraq and blow a Fed office

And bring a Delta force like Chuck Norris

Yo, it's not to my own mystery

I wanna know like Black history

About the miseries

So I can take this flaming fire that I feel inside

Burning so strong

Telling me I can't go wrong

Like heartfelt songs

And sessions 'til dawn

I saw it clashing

I own my side of the Earth like the mighty Alice

Move like a Dodge Stratus

Me inside a stick-shift be the baddest

And even in your palm you couldn't grasp it

Tell me what you fear here

The crossroad, the badge, or their bullet-proof gear

I'm young, Black, and don't care

It's easy addition

How the smallest world can cause the biggest friction

So listen, I give my thoughts and the decision

Before this track is over let me mention

I'm Gemini in faith

And wanna be so rich you tie my shoelace

And bring it to court like Dred Scott case

Supreme high place

And at the trial with a big cool smile on my face

COMA

Chapter 2

Slap a fresh clip of teflon

And grip my firearm

Going out like Sadaam

Cuz these streets is like Vietnam

Nowadays my AK sprays for my freedom

Pulling out blades cuz indeed

We don't need them

Purjury and controversy

Getting pussy on the web

Met a chick named Deb

She offered to give me cyber-head

Daily I taunt the Fed

Trapped

Over the net I gained Hell's map

Before I could clap

Savages begging to give me death

Slaughter law and order

For a quarter of a century

Trying to stay, Carley

But this trickery is tempting me

A born thug

Hands sporting double blood

Playing my team

And get laid out in the club

I come to reach my summit

Saw my world plummet

For over 400

I'm done with it

We came, we saw

Jaws and drawers drop to the floor

Catch you on the Candiria tour

Smoke my peace so you know what I'm about

That's enough, motherfuckers, I'm out

Chapter 3

With a culmination of a vision

Explore beyond the limits of condition

Our process of development intuition

My style is stealth and runs rampant like change

everlasting

And head to the mindset which come out blasting

(something in Spanish, ending in Benicio....para nada)

A Coma visionary father to the tactics

And as fast as in relation to the root of the stealth

The inner square equals self

Chapter 4

Quality control the evidence

...off of the internet....right into your hard drive

No one knows where you're going

Will you get there, I'm very sure

.......like a fish out of water, that's a lie, that's a

lie

I bought a new home, I bought it from the ruler

..........

..........

....you and me

But my friends said it's not the right recipe

.......

What you say son, what you say son?

Chapter 5

Hey, yo yo yo, yo

Explicit graphics

The bones snap

These brothers are doing backflips

While the skulls crack

Multiple fools, skills they lack

Pull the flesh back

Leaving the subject exposed to the sky (?)

Son, is your heart heavier than stone?

And if you're not running from the system, yo

You probably can't relate

And if you're not running from the system, yo

You probably Candirate, Coma fashion

Check these circles out for false reactions

This third-world disciple

718 jungle survivalist

(...) ration the cannibus

Mental abbacus

Go against the fan, and you (...)

Smokin' weed, herb bisquits; Candiria, 718 - Just in

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