Conejo - Antichrist Pt. II lyrics

Technology is based on answering
One simple question, am I who I say I am
Already fingerprints and IR scans verified
Passanger identities at airports
Within 10 years that technology might
Be even more wide spread
And look for more complex facial
Recognition programs that scans
A crowd of thousands looking
For a single terrorist

They call me BIG C-ROCK homie
Lets get this cake
25 chronic blunts, G Rabb got bank
Another war, I'm the master of war
There be hell to pay if the feds at my door
Airbourne, I'm a suicide pilot
Fight night, round 3 like them '92 riots
Hit a lick though, and I came up quick
Ese 2-4-7 sell rocks, still six
Dark priest here to dig your grave
Ese leave a puddle of blood
In the Vatican's name
Human skulls that could raid my castle
25 Tiny Loco, that's on death to blast you
And tax you, that's how Conejo come at you
Ese Rose Mary's baby, black mass and a statue
Ghetto birds
It's either horns or tail but they crash into
A building at the side of my trail

The Antichrist
He a demonical figure that deceive the
Population and secretly order us sinners
He's within, ese the global elite
Black robe just a win
He is so vile and extreme the Antichrist
He got a devious plan
To possess the protocols
And have the world in his hands
It's not a question
He might go chip on the land
Ese airline terror headed straight
For your ass

I own the night, they say I'm unholy
With an addictive rush I rip through boldly
She don't know me but she wanted to blow me
Take her to the Mo' is
What the homies told me
Smelled the pigs, enemy at the gates
Ese tryina' match the lyrics to
A crime they can't break
It's too late though, C-Loco escapes
The streets feel my pain and put
Some dope in my vein
I'm drugged up, and I won't give up
Ese turn myself in, no defence I'm fucked
It's a trap holmes, I'ma cast away
But that don't fucking mean that
You won't get sprayed
But to the wise, don't let me come
Near your park, you scary motherfuckers
Gang murders or stalk
Get at me twisted and it's
A waste of your life
Ese blood baptism, this apocalypse now

The Antichrist
He a demonical figure that deceive the
Population and secretly order us sinners
He's within, ese the global elite
Black robe just a win
He is so vile and extreme the Antichrist
He got a devious plan
To possess the protocols
And have the world in his hands
It's not a question
He might go chip on the land
Ese airline terror headed straight
For your ass

God save me, I think I'm Satan's baby
Ese all up in my castle with a foxy lady
Watch tower, the machinegun's ready
Homie BIG C-O-N do it deadly and heavy
Harpy's rider
Purple Haze the land with a message in
His music and a master plan
I'm from the storm, yes I'm a voodoo child
From behind the scene I serve
Dope to the grail
Fuck a smile, you get a sinistered grin
Motherfucker hit a win when
The crimes must in
You begin, 3 coke reals and
Hen, ese 2 P-Dogs, 3 acid hit's
Shit is fixed out in Pennsylvania
Cause 25 a key is what they'll fucking pay us
Should I rob them
You know that cross my mind
But they related to
Some peeps that got my back in the streets

The Antichrist
He a demonical figure that deceive the
Population and secretly order us sinners
He's within, ese the global elite
Black robe just a win
He is so vile and extreme the Antichrist
He got a devious plan
To possess the protocols
And have the world in his hands
It's not a question
He might go chip on the land
Ese airline terror headed straight
For your ass