The Beast - Kong, Spiega, King Cesar

Dear Lord

Please, I need me some shelter.

My feet are numb.

I feel like

I’ve been walking from here to Brooklyn, looking for gum like

Some dummy.

See, cats and dogs alike just run from me.

Eyes red

And my soul real hungry, feeling dizzy, nerves twitchy

I’m sick from all this jealousy and envy.

The haters

Don’t even scratch my car no more, they’re out to get me.

I ain’t

Crazy.

Even if I’m out chilling, just me and my baby, I’ll see the

Same car too long in my mirror, they’re seeing 80. I’m beat

Can You help me?

My man just died young, he’s turnt out

I need to talk to Your son, El Shaddai.

He smiled

We cried.

I lied.

He knew.

I tried.

Went to

Hug him, and he spread his arms wide, then he died

«But whatever it was, the predator was pure evil.

But was it a monster or a

murderer?»

Fuck that!

Your crew’s felt, reaching for the tool belt

The tool belt, you heard the bird.

Cruise the belt on the Suffolk State

Corrupted plates, muscle hustle weight, tussles

I ate—fuck that!

You got to eat, props to keep

Lost the cheese, knocking knees, crops to feed, cops are thieves

(Yo, Kong, stop to breathe) I’m in the

Fifth with a fifth and a spliff and chick I got to hit

The spliff lit.

Grab the mitt, play the field, Kong

The burglar, the murderer from the park to the

Graveyard.

Kong is moving furniture, some shit, I

Anchor your chamber, bless you, then I blang-blang

Bang you for your bling-bling, thank you

Sank you.

Niggas fold niggas acting special, test

Who?

Kong the wrong one to the streets

«Back in the village, the terrified sheepherders offered a strange account of

the attack.

Whispers of revolution were in the air»

Gunshots

Common as crickets, but, if and only if it gets twisted

Is it accepted.

Whatever gets you arrested, I’m with it

Forget it.

My soul’s been molested enough.

Stepping it up

This next life wings never the truck or the coupe

Stuck in a loop like ice, feeding their seeds, get caught

Misleading the sheep chopped at their knees, watching ‘em bleed, cocking

Your squeeze.

By any means, though it seems a bit different

Seeing your son twitch while you’re watching him dream.

Hear my cries

When he older, will he?

Will I get to see it?

When he

Tell me the truth, will I believe it?

Give him eyes to see

Through the lies and the tricks of all evil, and, if

Not me, Lord Jesus, please let him believe you

«Reports are pouring in of a ruthless beast on an unstoppable killing spree.

It sucks every drop of blood out of its victims.

It leaves a trail of terror

wherever it roams.

No one knows what it is, but its name alone strikes fear

into the hearts of many»