Canibus, Johnny Slash, Ab-Soul - 4 Characters lyrics

War college false prophets get shot down
With real rockets
Drone operators in the field with optics
Fighter jets barrel roll over a narrow road
Going so fast my head shape like a tadpole
I gotta learn to live with
What I can’t control
My soul plays a substantial role
I’m in, Alabama
Told the bitch to make me a sandwich
Got that peanut butter jelly
Going ham with the hammers
And ham radio scanners
Smoking turtle with Santa
They keep asking, I ain’t got no answers
Still get it in
Looking real young and handsome

Register your weapons
Voice command rеcord the session huh
False prophеts never pay homage
Don’t get caught with your hand
In the Central Bank pocket
The rap brotherhood fragment the
So damn defensive
All doomed to an ignorant ending
Hip-hop your vision
Knowledge the wisdom, what is it?
Nothing more than a fatal contradiction