Texty:
Anti Villain

to Friends are time bombs, green with envy and red on the inside like a watermelon Everyone I grew up with patronizes me like a superhero then treats me like a villain

My father Michael is a genius He sees this world the way no one can He brought me up and he shaped my mind At the tender youthful age of 9 He said don

All night out on the streets I got the back of all my friends We never want to go back home Never want the night to end Because we want to be free We

Boom, boom, boom, America blown to smithereens Your friends, your home, your life, your family Boom, boom, boom, smithereens I wish, I could say this

[C:] For the torso begging on Colaba Causeway For the green-eyed girl on the street in Mumbai For the grapefruit tumour that entered the taxi The bitter

Allah, Half Anti-Christ Superstar Rockin' the microphone with a hand like Dr. Claw While I'm hittin' trees harder than Sonny Bono Double Dragon, mixed up with an Abobo I kill villains

records tell a story Picture niggaz we rushin' and still bustin' Till the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings Ditchin' my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin' villain

stress But I fight for peace, that's what the problem is War is big biz, ask an economist Speak in volumes callin' anti-war And anti-American synonymous

Your little nephew, flipped him a Uzi Took to the streets, shot em up and then "Who me?" Locked in a trunk by Republican villains Pinstripe suits