First Stone - Verb T, Illinformed

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So let he without sin cast the first stone

Tryna find a way out

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A yo, I’m back getting twisted, relaxed with the misfits

I can see their egos crack and they’re bitching

Sing another sad song with the violins

And I don’t even know what type of language you’re rhyming in

Keep the gun in the same drawer you put the Bible in

So I don’t really want to hear you trying to get righteous

Got my own vices, I could start a workshop

Wake ‘em up like the early morning with the bird song

Burst on the scene, stumbled and I lean

It’s the T-1000 baby, Verb’s a machine

Turning them green like anger to the Hulk

Strangling my throat when I get tangled in the ropes

Rambling in code words, thinking like road works

Fling holy water on them, laugh as your soul burns

The road’s harder, the path with the molten lava

I’m strolling past it, emerged with the golden armor

Let he without sin cast the first stone

As we all rest deep in the inferno

The flames smothering your flesh, feel it burn slow

Evil, I’ma cast you out, I’ma let the world know

But you can’t let the past torture you

That’s how you dig your own grave for you to fall into

I baptized new rappers, I will work your mind

Acid in the holy water spiked like a porcupine

You’re not really for the grind or the work needed

Purge demons laying in the dirt healing

Thinking back of statements I made before

Wishing I can take them back, instead I take it forward

To make improvements, begging for the time to stop

It never will, so appreciate the time you got

Stop looking down, holier-than-thou, man

That way you thought is dead like you’re colder in the ground

Chopping up the soul then we sold them by the pound

Took ‘em on the road then we rolling by your town

In the house made of cards, then I feel a light breeze

Then it all comes tumbling down besides me