Veckans Versting - Tragedy Khadafi

"When I write, floods occurs and arks get built
Prophets nailed to crosses, and presidents killed
Churches, synagogues, even mosques filled
Popes and bishops bow down, on one knee they kneel
Streets is talking, E-pills shipped in a coffin
Egyptian jewelry, made the dead rise out the tombs
Aborted babies, re-appearing back in the womb
Used to fuck with all types of thugs, all types of drugs
Strapped up, macked up, with all types of slugs
Militant Che Guevara, three quarter chinchilla
Ask around about the God, homey say I'm the realest
2-5, we gon' ride til the government kill us
Banana clip in the mack, when niggaz act gorilla
The truth is, I'm on some more new and improved shit
Spitting the revolution, allow me to introduce it
I'm legendary, skills in the art of war buried
I feel I'm needed, like the Knicks need Marbury
When I squeeze have the d's go down like the Ferry
Holding my hand, talk to the dead in cemetaries
That's word to the pain and the blood stain of a dope fiend vein
Leave our mark on the planet, you know we came
Slugs flying, we riding, I ain't doing no bids
Fight a lion with a pocket knife, to feed my kids"

(Från låten med Raekwon på senaste skivan)