Requiem Inc. - Mex Stand lyrics

There is no after this
Used to have the soul of activist
But I sold that shit for a pot of gold
A microphone, and this rapping gig
Can't believe that you acting rich
At the rapture bitch
You in need of help thats miraculous
Cause when I go off, Im bomb and ya dead
And it's off with ya head, man imagine this
When it comes to rap and shit, my faction
Is immaculate
We heard a fraction of ya rapping bitch
Then murdered, any fans that ya standing with
Understand me bitch? Did I
Stutter or stammer?
Or did I fuck up my grammar?
Oh boy you stuck where you standing?
Can't get unstunned like statue?
And all you niggas think you
Rapping dope with the triplets
Overdosing on ritalin
Gucci Gang flow rescribbling
Popping xans till you giving in
Then you stop and wonder
Why you still ain't seeing no dividends
Really can't see the difference
Between yourself and I?
Your high like Mariah Carey
Now high notes are seeming scary
When you don't know music theory
So this your obituary
You wishing you had some fairies
Your picture is on the dairy
And this my goodbye

Breath hold it deep in your chest
It's the final stand

Millenium desert Falcon
Plenty men hustle backwards
But only Requiem has it
Set the scene for the madness
Like just to see what would happen
Victory biggest habit
I think I'm a freaking addict
To winning and blackin out on you birds
I'll be back just to kill it
Like day that Thanos return
And snappin on you first
Blakey Blake on fyre like I
Organize with Ja Rule
Hide behind your lies until you
Realize who you talked to
I shot through the game like a
Recluse at a blonde school
Saw you in the flames but
Didn't interfere with God's rule
Because I know I'm the illest
Slave of the forefathers children
They tried to take us and break
Us up in the courtroom
Now they hate that we in it
Hip hop done made it to win it
We eliminatin haters up in the war room
Now don't say nothin to us
If u ain't tryna groove
350 degrees in our rocket we up on the moon

Breath hold it deep in your chest
It's the final stand

This my tory-terri
From way out to about the barrens
While you're in court appearin'
I'm in yo homes, smell ya ladies
Shit on ordinary
X-factor corner carry if I drop
It just come at me
I'm Kenpachi, too bored to parry
When I got hot, they thought temper tantrum
Arma, 16, pain's a means to an end
Then I pop off, eight blocks
Legoland's done
My M60, put 'The Pig' in a pen
Still hungry, bout to eat Little Bo Peep
Done with the sheeps, I'm covered in dust
I can hear the vultures speak
But if you and the miss gotta bone to pick
Get your bone broth Ringpop blown to bit's
You won't find me with no scope and a flick
But I pause frame 3, enhance, there you is
What gave you the skull to cross these bones?
Requiem's own skeletal lich
Told you I was in your homes
I steal yo poor ol' sis
If this don't get you pumped
I leave ya sawed off where ya want
They divisible by one
No need for the remainder of Requiem
People aren't going to die
People are going to rise viva la loca life
Even the sun won't shine when the
Sea of that gold go flying