(feat. J-Treds)nn[movie sample]nInifinite...no you don't fuck around with the inifinitenThere's no way you do that...nA painted hill has two sides, the kind you can touch with your handnThe kind you can feel in your heartnYour soul, the spiritual side;nAnd you know, the worst of the two...is the spiritualnn[Jus Allah]nI'm leaf-twistin, but still kill your whole belief systemnI speak wisdom, translated to street dictionnA past victim of the government for grapplenNow I slash you, I'm the slave wit snapped shacklesnAfter cash rules, a-alikes move wit menWe murdered the fakes involved in the three-sixtynEighty-five face the truth, you're too dumbnYou burn and failed attempts reachin the sunnI grab you and squeeze until your pores bleednManipulate the earth that you formerly believednEven after you're buried underneath the soilnSend a message to hell, nobody grieve for younYour physical mass is converted into ashnAllah's wrath is engraphed on your epitabnSpend eternity wit the underground forcesnYour screams echo in deaf ears of the remorselessnn[Chorus x2]nYou don't even wanna testnUh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God blessnn[Ikon]nThe raw mangler, seven angles of AngularnStrangle the pagans who stayed in the pages of DiameternRhyme shatterer, with nine rhymes I'm hackin younThe author will scorch ya wit the torches of Joseph ManglernSended you to the squared circle to meet menTo beat me won't be easy, you'll face thesis of MechenBlood'll apease me, raps are prehistoricalnCerebral of cathedral that leads you into the oraclenI'm horrible, I burn wit no time to reactnRewind DAT's so fine I pull spines out the backnIn time I crack minds that's what the brain desirenMessiah pulls as Mariah into the rain of firenBarb wire around pagans that read the BiblenGenocidal and liable to just cleave your spinalnFinal hours, the forbidden fruit they fond as IrisnStudy rappers, bringin wackness like Abolo scholarsnFirst in line to try to battle me, I left him limblessnTragic rappers just a fallacy, I left em skinlessnBeginners, keep your distance because we might be viciousnYou can find me wit Louis Logic drinkin pints of GuinessnnYou don't even wanna testnUh-uh-oh, you wanna kill more, God blessnn[J-Treds]nAiyyo when I rhymenFortunatley I possess a Jedi MindnSo the force is with me (When I rhyme)nSon it makes me spit a fresh onenSo when Treds is done, even a athiest will say I blessed himnAnd when my jam bang, better cop thatnFuck all these players who can't hang, get a jockstrapnCuz we drop bombs, better be scarednCuz it's either hop on or be prepared for us to lock hornsnWe engage, when the pen sprays we wage warnAnd then you know what they say, when it rains it poursnSo face us, cuz you can't change the laws of naturenWe independent, it's competition callin us majornWe major threats who deliver, so place your betsnWe'll bring it minus the Moet, Rollies, and AvirexnWe just spit shit too amazing, just shitnThat when you face it you'll see it's a must-win situationnAin't no second chance (anyway), not next to the champsnBecause it's our freestyle that's gettin grants from the NEAnWe well in doubt versus these rappers we tell aboutn(Cuz us and them) Difference between takin a L and a bownn[Chorus x2]