William Blake och futurismen

“police murderer, im causin hysteria

i send you fuckin faggots to hell and i bury ya

ask moses my words are like the fire in the mountain

i got mixtape verses that shit on your entire album

i make the most horrifyingly vivid images

come to life, stab you in the fuckin face with my sentences

a knife sharpened by god could cut no deeper

i kick tables over with jesus there is no equal

im like lucipher the unforgiven cast out of heaven

i’d much rather rule in hell with the black mac eleven

than be a servent, i’d rather be accesory to murder

the hell on earth survival means you better be a earner

enemy mind, is you ready to die?

are you fuckin pussies mentally prepared for machetes and nines?

for the drama on your mama’s doorstep by driveby

and spray hollow tips that split your mind’s eye”