Franchi$e

[Intro]
Uh, uh

[Verse]
I’m the face of the franchise, flagship artist
Sickle and the hammer, Czar the black Marxist
And my blade been sharpened on the park bench
I’m on my dookie rope Union Square Park shit
I’m the architect and the arsonist, .45 caliber tongue
Thoughts the cartridge
Birds with they head in my lap going ostrich
And my shit been wove from a different cloth
A nigga hung like a Christian cross
El Hamidullah, I deen so no pork
Dark denim, white tee, the ‘Lo emblem
1080p in HD are my pictures
This the wide screen lifestyle
Late night corner store visine and lifestyles
Get a dutch this is too strong for White Owls
A night owl, you can find me in the after hours
Eyes wide on them niggas plotting after ours
Like P.E. live my life through the scope
I’m he who laughs last was the ass of the joke
A power shift I’m the change in the paradigm
Abnormal I played near the power lines
You fool’s gold, this that 24 karat rhyme
Clean cut with pristine clarity
Not for profit I do it like charity
In this school It’s the student verse faculty
I gotta live out my King before they Malcolm me
And put the X on me, throw the hex on me
Long barrel single shot or the tech on me
No vest on me, walk with the Lord
Behead Devil’s like a nigga talk with a sword
The ballot or the bullet, the corner or the pulpit
I recite like Negro hymns
My insight like Eloheem, my lines uncut like kilo grams
It’s hard body meets God body
Borderline verbal assault unarmed robbery
With no hands I make magic
A nigga stay over they heads
Closed caption, closed caskets and blow ashes
The mind of a torturous soul
The pen’s classic