Open the door and i enter its Scorpion the mentor
IM like a moshun detector thats scoping the sector
Crackas cant see my movements like a broken reflector
I got more stories than the ones that were blown in September
Planes that flown in the center and exploded our feathers
my birdie thrown is the gesture the microphoning Professor
Now that lone stone cold moment is frozen forever
Were exposed and shown our swollen skulls and it festers
Theres emcees i cant stand that arent even paralyzed
The peril lies behind my hind sighted blind pair of eyes
I watch death become you like a double shottie barrels pipes
Parasites on a pair of sights staying steps above you like stairwell flights
The reaper coming repercussions of the reproduction
of deeper dungeons see destruction the deeds of demons drumming
plant the seeds of loving cease the seasons of freezing seas and seize
see peeps please hear the pleas we need a piece of peace
