Damned - Black Panther, L.I.F.E. Long

Open, shut case.

Abracadabra—release the magic

Beginning a reign of warfare with automatics

Bear witness to this madness—this is tragic

Graphic view looking inside my headhunter’s basket

See victims tortured, slain from after my reign

Whole bombing, wiped out on top asphalt terrain

Executed harsh for playing.

I get my work done

A lone, last man standing here to heal the dumb

Those not conscious to the aftereffects

Couldn’t decipher or decode—my code’s too complex

Categorize me in the attic—always over heads

But still keeping it gully with spiders and cobwebs

Stand, screech when you walk my staircase

Up flights, taking you outside of your place

Inside my realm of the original, abnormal individual

Unleashing locked syllables that sing through the pitiful

Crushing weaklings too blind—proceed to snuffing you

«Straight out of the depths of hell» — Vordul Mega on Cannibal Ox’s «A B-Boy's Alpha» (x3)

«Coming for every man, woman, and child, I’ll leaved you damned!»

— L.I.F.E.

Long

«Straight out of the depths of hell» — Vordul Mega on Cannibal Ox’s «A B-Boy's Alpha»

«Coming for every man, woman, and child, I’ll leaved you damned!»

— L.I.F.E.

Long

No explanations.

Don’t act like I never spit raw

Like I ain’t juggle blindfolded with bladed saws

Mr. Unbelievable, head turner, giving spine chills

Satisfying like crackheads sucking off of grills

It pays the bills to show y’all ill

Nothing-but-the-words-is-rotten.com

Sickness put together for you to log on

Stay in tune to my massacre with words

Damaging, a disturbed nervous system’s demolishing teams.

Got

Shit for frequencies, reaching London to Queens

Let me hit you all, bring you silence when I conversate with violence

Stunning your alliance.

No time to ponder, bitch up and act somber

You brought it to yourself—caught your karma

Right in your chest, collapsing your world

Now you running ‘round, bitching like a little girl

With pedal pushers and pigtails, you crossdresser

Caught in the act, looking not greater—in fact, lesser

Then who you said you really was.

That’s why I’m pulling cards

Straighten you street bugs

«Straight out of the depths of hell» — Vordul Mega on Cannibal Ox’s «A B-Boy's Alpha» (x3)

«Coming for every man, woman, and child, I’ll leaved you damned!»

— L.I.F.E.

Long

«Straight out of the depths of hell» — Vordul Mega on Cannibal Ox’s «A B-Boy's Alpha»

«Coming for every man, woman, and child, I’ll leaved you damned!»

— L.I.F.E.

Long

If words hurt, then my tongue’s semiautomatic

Spraying cats, leaving bodies—it's that deep, dramatic.

Shit!

The masses like tension, so spark the heat

Show you the real side of the streets (Nah mean?)

Where everybody’s scrambling like roaches to make ends meet

So I ain’t got no time to play, yo

«It's about paying rent plus eating,» I say

That’s what matters at the end of the day

No white flags.

Strictly black ones—never retreat

Not quitting ‘til I’m in a president’s seat

With shades over the leather like Huey Newton

Holding heat, ready to start shooting for revolution

My final solution: I’mma make this work

Or at least go out for mine, doing

And you ask what am I proving?

Answer yourself—while I’m winning, you’re losing

Straight cruising down expressways

Strictly power-moving.

So many squads claiming spots and titles

Until they at the other end of my rifle.

Quick to stifle

Punch in the stomach to archrivals

«Straight out of the depths of hell» — Vordul Mega on Cannibal Ox’s «A B-Boy's Alpha» (x3)

«Coming for every man, woman, and child, I’ll leaved you damned!»

— L.I.F.E.

Long

«Straight out of the depths of hell» — Vordul Mega on Cannibal Ox’s «A B-Boy's Alpha»

«Coming for every man, woman, and child, I’ll leaved you damned!»

— L.I.F.E.

Long