KARMA

Punch it up

Fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Let it pop (Let it pop, pop)

Careful what you say

Karma like a bitch

Shots back at you

Like a rubber band

Don't believe what you see, ah

Now you're in way too deep, ah

The hand that you bite has the upper hand

Karma kills you quicker than the Reaper can

Ha, don't believe what you see, ah

Karma come in your sleep, ah

Make room for the queen of Hindustan

Standup for the daughter of the king

Bloodshed

Leak out, if the play called, then get difficult

Third world mentality lethal, we be serious

No compromise the loyalty over the TV watch

Fuck everything that breathe ain't at peace with us

All propaganda we do see we just keep it hush

Find it hard to sleep off them dreams of the Taj Mahal

Lost hearts running

Seeking peace in these wicked streets

China got the whole world lock and key

What that really mean?

Bombs over jungles

Run to temples, pray to Hanuman

Karmas all around us

Burn to ashes, turn us back to dust

Careful what you say

Karma like a bitch

Shots back at you

Like a rubber band

Don't believe what you see, ah

Now you're in way too deep, ah

The hand that you bite had the upper hand

Karma kills you quicker than the Reaper can

Ha, don't believe what you see, ah

Ha, Karma come in your sleep, ah

Put it up

Fuck it up (Fuck it up)

Let it pop (Let it pop, pop)

One, one, one

That's the date that this is all begun

There were challenges, roadblocks and now what, Bitch? Now we on

I see a fall coming like the fall of Genghis Khan

I'm refusing to let them eat, act like it's Ramadan

Comin' in threes, hundred ten degrees

Still they don't believe

What they see

Wu Tang killa be sent from overseas

What is beef?

When you're lookin' in the eyes of Rah Jah

God keeps scales in balance that's the law of karma

Pretty Pompeii didn't listen

What they say?

It's too late

Watch the risk you take

Sit and meditate

I educate

Nothing's new that's been created under the sun

Out of seven billion there is only one, one

Careful what you say

Karma like a bitch

Shots back at you

Like a rubber band

Don't believe what you see, ah

Now you're in way too deep, ah

The hand that you bite has the upper hand

Karma kills you quicker than the Reaper can

Ha, don't believe what you see, ah

Karma come in your sleep, ah

Make room for the queen of Hindustan

Standup for the daughter of the king