Shirk

[Intro: Stevie Wonder]
Evil, before they could really grow to see
That your way is not the way to make life what it should be, yeah, yeah, yeah
Evil, why have you destroyed, you've destroyed so much of this doggone world, evil

[Verse]
I'll be the devil they want me to be
Red and blue lights on my life
Hope they know that I keep me a blicky
Right under the seat
Use ya acuity, usually usury
Only resided for niggas like me
Whitey abusin' tenuity
Damper thе unity, fakin' the citywide beef
Brown paper bag as wе sip from the poison
That be the same color as most of the tap
Industry plantin' illiterate niggas
Now most of these niggas be thinkin' they rap
Burdened by stresses, and I can't express it
So I reinterpret the feelin' with gats
Searched for the land where the hands do not stain from the sadist
But I could not see where they at
We been perturbing the warming
It's Aokiji at the terminal
You ain't check-in and we ain't never heard of you
All of that agony felt like a slap on the wrist
But for you it's feelin' like a tourniquet
Why don't you save me the tears
White folks keep me outta ya prayers
I know what's evil incarnate
They got Yakubian layers
I'm like but what is a man
Nothin' but piles of secrecy
I know what you really are
Under the guise of security
Know your demise is a surety
I know the day of acumen will brutalize all that you love to obscurity

[Chorus]
Stomp a Nazi in my Prada
Swear we everything you not
All my shootas in Valhalla watchin' all they children smile
Swear that vengeance finds their way
Through inner working of jihad
Stomp a Nazi in my Prada
Swear we everything you not
All the shootas in Valhalla watchin' all the children smile
Swear that vengeance finds their way
Through inner workings of jihad
Stomp a Nazi in my Prada
Swear we everything you not
All the shootas in Valhalla watchin' all they children smile
Swear that vengeance finds their way
Through inner workings of jihad

[Outro]
Soon a rain of blood
The likes of which you cannot imagine
Shall fall down on you
It will be a stormy death
Take heed, struggler
Struggle, endure, contend
For that alone is the sword of one
Who defies death
Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt like a senator
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
'Cause the beats and the lines are so dope
Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt like a senator
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
'Cause the beats and the lines are so dope
Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt like a senator
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
'Cause the beats and the lines are so dope
Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad
At the fact that's corrupt like a senator
Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope
'Cause the beats and the lines are so dope