The Crescent Moon and the Rising Sun

Hailin' from the chopper city

Weather leaves you hot and sticky

Leopard print, I ain't no kitty

Pussy boys can mock, no pity

Simmer down, bitch, I'm burnin' up in the ash, don't sift me

Young mutt in the cut, gotta duck the fifty

Been popped twice, fuck a cop

Nothin' nice comes from the system's gritty grip

I sip, the Uzi fit, don't look so pretty

Bitch, I grip the TEC so loosely, leave you feelin' chilly

Bitch, I'm from Gentilly, don't want to count a milli

Smokin' up my cash into Philly, kill me

Bitch, I will be free in a world where you can't bill me up

Nina Simone up in my ear while I debate to take my life

Bunch of voices, all I hear, paranoia in my eyes

Got them fuck boys in my sight, bits of organs on my knife

Mirror image from the tinted that reminds me that I'm Christ

Sucker, boogeyman under your covers

I hover above the street gutters, no, there ain't another

Forever I'm packin' the thunder and snuff her

And poppin' these uppers, I kill for my brothers

Welcome to the last supper, thanks for comin'

Now close the shutters, motherfucker