PISIM: Nuns back. purple sunsets blue lights looking at my cityscape. watch my words in the skyline. it's innate that I'm great. it's that real music. man I can't relate to the fake. and no it's not that hate. but stay the **** about my space cuz I'm carving out the way like a master. call me wait I make them rise like a baker. double entendres for the days they so amazed. I keep the blazing. got bars like I'm Donnelly. I ain't never gonna stop. so make sure you follow me. did the Indians have guns Two times on the 25th, tell me who you riding with. Do you come equipped? I pack this knowledge like a four-fifth in your face. No fooling about that action, so who I keep on planning? Leave them breathless like a mazma. Do you understand just what I'm really saying though? Keep my mind focused, feed my brain like an animal. Said I'm so savage, it's a sickness, it's ridiculous. Cause we all about the richest. Tell me how we gonna fix this, huh? Hit em with the points like we coming out the west Taking your top regiment and we lay em all to rest Bottom of your class trying to come against the best of em Custard's last stand celebrated like a festival. Resistance in our DNA, oki maori's the way Okichitau everyday Always laugh but never play. Tell them that we here to stay Deep behind you gotta pay your transfer of the energy. I'm rising to a better me. REDCLOUD: I'm sitting criss-cross applesauce, I attend an albatross. I've been tracking custards since the Buster was in Arkansas. Fire in a rifle while my eyes are in a blindfold and I'll dot the I in the beginnings first page of the Bible. I am ice cold, psycho, but I'm humble. Dream of using custard's empty skull as my own smudge bowl. Say uncle. I've been in this game for years, swimming backstroke to bucket, turning colonizer tears. Look-a here. I'll effect a butterfly's flutter for my land of lacklustre. More ****-a like buster started costing my brothers. It'll cost Custer his life, I'm a walking blockbuster. No assault, Custer crushes dome, will rock crush ya. God bless ya, boy, if I ever press ya. Put the spear to your temple, that's a pressure point. Got the deer by the antlers, that's a weapon, boy And the gender is ammunition, get to steppin', boy. I flip a coin, I toss a buffalo nickel up in the gust of the wind. If it lands on the Indian, then I'm dustin' your man. I'll send them all to oblivion with no gift penalty Until the marginal cuts to here die for your sins. Yeah, they say you callin' eyes, they tell you that you're conquerin'. But yo, we gotta go, can't take this any longer. From the north to the south, we goin' corny Hollow one, late seven, on your general road, buster.