Ill Verses pt. 5 by Tilla Sonrise

I'll Verses pt 5
I'm cold like I live unda the tundra
A G I Joe to cobra
I got you number
One to 3 four 45
Six seven ate nine 10 eleven 12
One time at the  door of leviticus
Heart attach serious
No George curios
Cuz king Kong ain't got nothing on me
Listen homie 
How we let the enemy put fear in us
Took the land by clearing us 
Like house
Leaving us with fal$e hope of paper
Teaching us to pull capers by Killin neighbors
Got us dying like infants in abortion clinics the way we murder ourselves
Ken and barbie 
Put them on shelves
To remind us of white power 
We bleach our skin then blond our hair pumping black fist that pull triggers where we die every hour
Teaching our 
Boyz how not
2 be Men
Locking them in prison where
Moor babies our devoured
If there was ever a time for revolution
Now is the hour
Forget Fracis ask Scott I got the key
It's time to tear down babble tower
Cause Cats keep babbling on about Babylon
All the while singing Sodoms song
Dropping bombs on babies
Man ur wrong
Time to get in line soldiers
This is the Art of War
They know hip hops a weapon
So we fight with bars
Stop trying to sell your soul for rented condos and fancy cars
We gotta fight the power like chuck dee until ghetto boys ain't got no more face to scar
Talking from the pulpit
To the shot glass in the bar
This is the pride simba stop following scar
We are the change in the jar
Respect will carry u were money can't
No matter how far
You lookin for the fat in the land stop living like man
What good is the mansion on the beach 
When the earthquake comes while you getting a tan
No where to run
What good is a bullet or a gun when you fighting the Sun
Word weight a ton
Art of War like 
Li to my Chun
No need to mention
Dead pension
Laws like Mr. Ed kissing
No lights on the battlefield  is like Jesus leaving Peter fishing
Don't deny the facts
The biblical War on blacks
Like Solomon Sheba king David No crip
I'm not talking gangbanger less we talking Slaves on a ship
America's a vice grip
I'm talking Babylon 
We got to beat the door down
Until the babbles gone
March the walls of Jericho 
I'm talking seige
Instead of preachers
Preaching 
Prosperity 
Got men chasing greed
Carpei Deim
Seize the day
Before it's gone
Cats our here rapping about killing each other
Singing enslavers songs 
Church Girl
In thongs
Soldiers be careful who's holding the bong
No your enemy
Souls are energy
No the spirit by the spirit
I know who's sending me
It's War out here
Radio frequency playing for keeps
Peeps got Genocide bumping in jeeps
In need of Shirley Ceasar
Goodie Mob window peeps
Louis Arm still strong
Ask Gabriel's horn
Soldiers we must die
So we can be reborn
The flesh must be torn
Bought under submission
It's not enough to read it
You gotta listen 
Until your soul pays attention
Jew catholic Buddhist Muslim Jehovahs witness all the way to the Christian 
We gotta stop living in hells kitchen 
This is War pay attention 
They tryna turns us against each other until ain't none left
Ill verses

Hip hop, Boom Bap, deep male voice