Bar Exam - Timbo King

You have to test yourself everyday, gentlemen

Once you stop testing yourself, you get slow

When that happens, it’s kills you

Bar exam…

Eat the literature, scriptures, poems turn into cinemas

Images from large to miniatures, we killing your senators, with shots from

cylinders

Even innocent ministers, from lying in sentences

Invading your premises, since beginning of Genesis

Global armored temperatures, is stroking my penmanship

My throne made of hard labor in God’s favor

Carbon written, respect thy neighbor, you slave trader, Uncle Tom hater

Great debater on both sides of the equator

Makers of the Black Market Militia layer

I build pyramids and spit prayers

To my felons in the upper tiers, send kites, use the atmosphere

Travel with me, your journey is a long quest

You now looking at the Lord’s best in a wars vest

Temple of Jerusalem, tatted on his chest

I move like the speed of light, through the wilderness

My craftsmen keep the balance with the measurements

Controllers of the hands of time, cops wanna handcuff

Judges giving time, for foul crimes

I learnt how to chop down trees with Uncle Vine

And still got the ink pen when I first signed

Shadows of great pharaohs, kings who won battles

Heads put on the mantels, displayed for all viewers

Mule and forty acres, settlers versus Quakers

Fool’s gold from Jacob, villain jewels to wake up

Signs of Satan, since the Reagan administration

Those who worship pagans, close to raising ravens

The evil deeds, left sinners all on bended knees

Ali Baba and them Forty Thieves, schooled by them OG’s

Who played oldies, Curtis and Smokey’s

It’s two sides to the story, the pain and the glory, function the disorderly

So called Negro, research the info

Hackers from the projects now is cracking Sim codes

They released the man that killing Malcolm

A thirty year problem is now walking in Harlem

The 9−11 Bush call, made the levies fall

Sword on his paw, had on the letters, ya’ll

Prepare for the future time, written on the wall

It’s outside intelligence, natural resource

You chemical imbalanced, get a physical in knowledge

Some plead the fifth of Vodka, still wouldn’t see the doctor

Laws of man, plant seeds on fertile land

Raise fam, leave rats all in life’s hand

A daily plan, make two grand off of yams

A farmer can’t sell wheat grass by the grams

Testing testing, all them secret teachings

I’m coming out the North Gate, this my thesis

Before the Mayflower, I discovered the East End

A civilized man coming out of them precincts

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