Guillotine - Kutt Calhoun

With the spirit of god in me

I’ll come back from the dead

As a lyrical prodigy

Taking aim at the threads

Of the people who bury me Now it’s off with they heads

Lay him under the Guillotine

Let the chopping commence

Get back from the dead

But what became is a new army (?)

Left a crack in my head

My nigga ain’t the same as he used to be Escaped, capture and fled

Left behind the pain and the jewelry

Now it’s off with the head

For trying speak down on my name at the eulogy

Hawh, yeah, told y’all niggas

You can kill flesh but can’t hold my spirit

Put a thorn crown on my head and then left me for dead

SHOT

When I rose like Jesus

Now death becomes you

Behold, any aspects left will crumble

But tried to be humble

But karma comes back tenfold

Slapped you, it was fresh was from you

This ain’t me no more, it’s the chief talking, doing God’s work

I hear the streets talking, but the streets rocking like a concert

And by that I mean, all that hard shit is gone converse

Is this real nigga, causing I am living it, and I’m damn willing to put god

first

So I’m the bomb first, anything that happens believe it been prayed on Nothing but death and destruction, coming like a thief in the night when we wait on When that soul rise and my face appears in their eyes, Imma stay strong

Better watch how you play with me, then Imma suffer them out from the sayon

Tomahawk chopping, bit by bit, in the way of my obstacles

I rise to occasions, When in they say they say it’s impossible

They wanna hold me down, underwater long with no oxygen

But what’s that to a shark, Imma eat niggas like a main course lobster meal

Yeah, Like Nat GEO, Black gold in here with a black TEO

Smack y’all niggas with a hashtag we on

I’m unforgetable, nat king CO

Y’all forgot about me, well here, let me remind you

Punch in a route to find me, GPS ho says I’m right behind you

With a bone to pick, (I'll) never let a nigga do me wrong again

Said y’all rappers all child’s play, now I vow to say, I’m on grown up shit

Like Miley Cyrus, you ain’t gotta like you, but you gotta respect me This is my Yeezy moment, and I’ll interrupt anybody who’ll let me Plant the flag down in my city soil, and let the roots grow

Struck black gold and it’s shooting high so let the roof blow

This KC nigga, strictly a fuck you, pay me nigga

No coast legend, like Will Smith, Imma do it all, by my lonely to say what’s

living, Ahh

Behold, I come like a thief.

Blessed is he that watches, and keepeth his

garments, so that he doesn’t walk naked, and they see his shame