I only rocked Blackhawk jerseys for the trash talk
brash walk, machetes and hack saws
I never gave a fuck about Stanley Cups
duck bullets that blew death kisses
breath hinges on hisses, then misses
shape shiftin’, change pitches
blades kill some
while others inhale gun smoke
in Deadpool’s like Wade Wilson
Guillotine got its seeds
from Company Flow & EPMD
we are the lineage others pretend to be
blood on the crown with the head
as the center piece
bars bang like a dusted car chase
when Angel took a chainsaw
to the head in Scarface
linguistics are gangster scientific
end your career in a New York minute
going for the finish
to be amongst the greatest ever listed
from Chitown to SINY
in the end I leave your neck severed
screaming Wu Tang Forever
injected with the blood of legends
They Can't Kill Us All
I’m just pieces of a broken man
from a broken system and broken land
smoking aces, fired from a potent hand
quoted love songs from an open land
fighting what this world has come to
lightning striking quick because fate
it wants to love you from its bubble
saving me from drowning and going under
frozen winters turned to focused summers
hopeless visions cloaked in hope is
peeling back emotions through hosted muses
smelling roses, my mind is lighting fuses igniting fighting music
auto pilot driving lucid to my life’s conclusion
thankful for feeling movement
forgiving God for being mostly ruthless
besides my daughter and a few others
it’s mostly putrid
stolen moments laying in my death bed fearless
with the reaper as my kindred spirit
no matter what stand tall
because they can’t kill us all
Horseman Armor
I wear my scars as armor
a product of bars and smoke parlors
tattoos reflect sin of a martyr
daily me and god bartered
on whether or not
I should fold or walk harder
born under Carter, my era was made famous
by the pain Reagan painted
feeling shamed and caged in
the streets were a haven
moving through slums searching for crumbs
a genetic dump my limp said
I was too young to walk with shotgun pumps
Mexican born, I held a crown of thorns
feeling the scorn of not speaking Spanish
I gravitated to hip hop and black kids
they understood and made my pain vanish
being included in the movement
made me feel super human
it gave me protection from having my weakness dissected
words I projected became representation
for the anger and anguish
felt by my neighborhood nation
wishing I could save them all
with peace and salvation
Bare Hands
Moving through conspiracies and ultra violence
dampen culture and science
the vultures are non compliant
human rights became defiant
love, labor screams inside the echo chamber
boiling over with anger, what’s the angle?
anti mask, anti black, anti vaccine
more blood streams flood the streets
no justice, no peace, no compassion
tear gas quells the action, no reaction
attacked with lies and fake news
life and freedom, this is take two
history will know where to place you
make peace with the Gods you pray to
time will erase you
I’m from where the just and fair stands
I will forever destroy your hate with my bare hands
Now They Know It
Sit back, watch the paranoia overtake
can’t shake these god damn shakes
bitten by the snakes
feel the venom raise the stakes
skate around the stench of death
clutching my last breath
is this my end?
friends stab me in the back
they didn’t think my soul would stand
lost women who claimed to be a catch
afraid to react when my heart attacked
expect me to pick you up
when your emotions crashed
a hopeless mass, broken stash, open cash
I hope it lasts, frozen raps
rolling with homies that know the truth
killing rappers in the vocal booth
speaking in coded roots
Guillotine heads rolling through
watch me bestow it
I know it, but now they know I know it
Patient King
Woke up to a new era
welcome to the terror dome
where nuclear winter burn slow
give up your dough
and everything you own
here's a toast for gambling with your soul
politics play out over newscast and television shows
bagging up hatred and selling it as dope
trading melanin for hope
choking on elements of rope
hold my smoke
while I calibrate this scope
center rage
better aim
enter fame
letters played for the revolution
nothing's conclusive
protect one another
they got the guns
we got the numbers
looks like we're in for another hot summer
Tape Deck
Soldier of rap culture
hills to die on
kill these slang vultures
bullet holes and lipstick
arraign my framed poster
tight around loose lips
fuck a flag
my moods gripped by quarantined vibes
serpentine wind through the minds grind
as the lines dry like the blood of my pen died
speak to dominant dreamers
Mexican brown reefer
as my new leader, Infinity stone seizure
cinematic vision as my dome pleaser
Guillotine is so ether
your souls can’t reach us
like leper’s who need Jesus
let my name reign for all seasons
Hills
Push the envelope
swing the pendulum
pens coated in adamantium
weapon x survivor
making my walk through hell fire
all the more liver
got god reclined in the clutch of Scott Steiner
Guillotine Scream Phoenix
my cannibal ox fiendish through all season’s
sick of blood in the streets, it ain’t scenic
shatter the glass ceiling, pick up the pieces
slash the throats of my demons
as a beacon of hope, slow to a slow coast
admire the pictures I painted over the years
facing my ears, fighting back tears
siphoning fears into gasoline speeches
to rattle these leeches
kill your masters and embody new leaders
watch their words burn into the ether
mess with my family, you’re greeted with
red dots, heat seekers and cleavers
pumped with holes until your body seizures
meet earth, buried in my hills to die on
Ghostface killing it, face covered in nylon
The Product
Ignorance makes me want to leave Twitter
shutdown the whole system
and let the rhythm hit ‘em
surrounded by absurd turns
the world burns in the viral surge
some white kid threads the needle
with N words claiming that he’s equal
connections with people is illusion
cruising the echo chamber for bangers
dodging anger from wannabe stars
falling in love with avatars
experience marred from false hope
cerebral dope, non matching GOATS
and cut throat facts, sit back,
to watch people react
to hot trash takes from newscasts
like the world is full of iconoclasts
bask in my lineage of underground rap
digital dap and thirst traps
grab the burner
Guillotines crashed the server
shoutout to Dart Adams and Hex Murda
Art Dealers
My life's candor
gets trapped in life patterns
wrapped in mics rapture
remain my pen master
art dealer, street pastor
ink anger bleed after
sleep in the minds of strangers
then dream after
light cannabis to green pastures
draw nightmares between screams, laughter
breed factors for change
engage in episodes of the strange
that enslave the plane for advancement
supply paint for grand standing
living on a pixelated earth
encased in bad graphics, craft magic
beliefs of dominance creeped in opulence scenic profit binge
ending hollow trends wearing graffiti on my skin
drums of war escalate sonic bids
mindful within, prideful within
to reflect psycho revenge
penning bars from hard marble
Frida Kahlo scarred sorrow
bangin street art like there’s no tomorrow