5 Point Palm ft. .svnth & klwn cat Lyrics

And what, pray tell, is the Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique?

From Tokyo to Gramercy, I'm Joseph with the granaries

The reason that the land can eat, been called the Prophet candidly

A kindness only grandma see, the hood had different plans for me

Be quick to let the hammer squeeze, knock branches off your family tree

Cause it's like Amityville, Foley and Sevy's out to take names

Get outlined and chalked like bodies left at the crime scene

They asking how we do it, but as prophets we don't play right

A kiss from a rose, signed, sealed and delivered to grave sites

Gotta tell myself relax and go and wane, heat up the world the days that son lights

Left back flows as a courtesy. Oh, he dumb nice

But some nights, there's no change, I hope us and these bums fight

So me and Sev could dump rights like dudes who voted Trump twice

The only other option left here is to bow out gracefully using gumption

Brace yourself for the punches, I'm breaking out like I'm gumtions

And one-tenth of my effort is needed when I abuse em

When I snap, I'm dragging back families like the Yakuza

Let it ring in your ear just like Akira can't hear ya

Fake Makavellis we don't respect and don't fear ya

Keep it a stack, be transparent when we clear ya

You dick riders orbit round the stars when we near ya

Keepin' it simple and plain, you couldn't ride the wave, you've never been a factor

Just a bunch of rappers acting, asking benefactors for some funding

I came back and I'm too busy in my bag, dog

Every line sent from the convict is like a hacksaw

Watch them fake smilin' niggas, killers always got veneers on

Learned that from the apple, snakes be eatin' all career long

Foley Father, bless the Messiah, word peace to Mason

My team lived a life that these actors roles is based at

And we even break a sweat yet, the secret is out, then we be the best kept

You're only hearin' fire like purple tapes and cassette decks

The next now, Sev, klwn, Snick and the rest

Of this list, kickin this piff and leave the industry pressed

Yo, why these chicks be tryin' to change me, is it somethin' I did?

Too many women tried to groom me just to fuck with the kid

But that's whatever if you love me for me, then sit back, you know where my soul sits

So fore the casket closes, go give the God his roses

And hope you tell the truth for once, there ain't another tandem you could call upon

We body all, now even your bodyguard needs a bodyguard

That curtain call ain't dawning, feelings felt twisted like Oliver

Cause we done left you hung up on more lines than telemarketers