Planet Asia - Judas lyrics

[Verse 1: Planet Asia] The blood scene followed by catch up Peep the cinematography A chopped up body found in the dry, spin it Now who gone clean this mess up? I'm from the school of ninjas I free the crime scene in five seconds Flash of a shadow, designed methods The fine essence, divine blessings Mind the tech, might've been fine Tomb sk**ed fountain in the gloom tooth The womb tail ran from the temple at 22 Memorize the manual, warning for d**h I'm throwing stars at you putas For trying to corner me up in the juice bar That's your head plus an arm and a leg It's back to the future for bread I'm on the spot hustling meds FedEx fair envelopes with the black dust in it Meaning we coming to k** you when you can trust in it Too many bodies for estimates, my goons is with it You appear regular like city pedestrians Honor to scroll, minus what it sells or what is sold From the creators of rock and roll The DNA was locked and load Toxic bones, watch us getting it popping with poems We're not allowed mouth strapping their tones [Verse 2: Ras Ka**] I heard my ahki say he God Body while we drinking hard body Made me thinking about God's physical, kinda odd, probably Christians say body of Christ Hindus think each cast is a limb, Buddha's reincarnate every life Me, I'm just Bacardi and Sprite But if the creator got an anatomy of somewhere holding the mic His skeleton in every creed color and nation Defeat Mohammad, Jesus and Abraham, cause that's the foundation Martin Luther King, Gandhi and Dalai Lama the heart Bob Marley the lungs where the herb got sparked Red blood cells is Damu and Piru Crips the veins, cause your body and pump blue The muscles must have Malcolm, Hannibal and Nat Turner Che Guevara MC's that are holding that burner And neck turn your attention to 12 ribs on each side So we must have 12 great women who changed lives Like Mother Teresa, Mary Magdalene and Nefertiti Harriet Tubman, Anne Frank, Marie Curie Gloria Steinem, Sojourner Truth, Rosa Parks Oprah probably did too, arguing with Joan of Arc Marcus Garvey and Dubois - good thoughts in the brain With Obama with ideas for real change And everybody got a place to fit Cheney an a**hole, which makes George Bush a piece of sh** [Verse 3: Chace Infinite] I'm stepping raising, no stepping fetching Pervade it truth 'till you get it Then work it 'til the code is embedded Program the letters like I'm working for Microsoft My micro hard, these cold written rhymes by God Contemplate it like I'm John Austin walking a yard Trying to balance to these being recorded and my tablets Despite my transgressions at life I'm still at it At least I'm not dead on the streets, a crack addict Searching for salvation inside of a strange nation Where n******gs'd shoot each other than warn you about a motion Rather live on the run and have to face incarceration f** them crackers 'till they suffer from sense of deprivation