Verse 1
If you lose your cool, sheath your tool, remain patient
The ball wont be in your court if the play's flagrant
Acquiring the aim's placement is painstaking
Dilute the art? Concentrate, raise the game's gradient

It ain't safe yet, calculated vagrant in grey sweats
Wind niggaz up for entertainment like tape decks
Raise stakes like placed bets, talking crazy
Sheisty and fingerprints draped in latex, that's a Veiled threat

Embarked on the road to riches, don't need your guilt trip
Balling, till I'm hogging possessions like a field tilt
Taken Risk on paying slips that never Paid off
Pressure at the business end of the game? That's the trade off

I'm dope with beats, flows? I coast with ease
Got my affairs in order, cheating husband with OCD
For the record, fat lady sings? the needle moves
Bad apple of his family tree scraping for evil roots

Chorus 2x
Shoes off for the land is holy
Slowly approach the Golden plates from Moroni
You know me, the Ronin who became a shinobi
Climbed Jacobs ladder to throw hands with the Elohim

Verse 2
Did an evil deed, exhaled cold breaths
Most def, he chose death, no less
Believe me though, no tippy toe, took bold steps
Ignite the hearse recite a verse as his soul left

Peace be with you then release the Eagle
Life of no allure so I procured the steel illegal
The scope is pressed, Blaring ammo wearing Ferragamo
Fashionably late, Dressed to kill so I pose a threat

Beef? nah get me the ratchet
Bodies in 70 caskets, Forgive? We definitely past it
The serial? it's getting the scratches
Skeletons in my closet, I don't bury the hatchet

They doubting if my flow is fit
Some atrocious shit, how I ain't supposed to flip
Chose the fifth then closed the grip
I'm the one with skeletons in the closet, I got bones to pick

Chorus
Shoes off for the land is holy
Slowly approach the Golden plates from Moroni
You know me, the Ronin who became a shinobi
Climbed Jacobs ladder to throw hands with the Elohim

Verse 3
The game is sold, erasing folks who kiss and tell
Rage prevail, raising hell when spraying shells
Moving weight at a cruising pace to tip the scale
Insidious, road to riches follow the paper trail

Tight lipped on night shifts, braving the elements
Glanced the Scourge, Mask and gloves facing the pestilence
On stakeouts for the paid route, seeking bags
With the chrome, waiting. My task is keeping tabs

Repressive state apparatuses obfuscating views
Dishing food for thought, these folks were never catered to
Threading lightly, trivial decisions for affiliates
Different cloth, material conditions to ameliorate

Told my dogs, get some gloves clear the cache and logs
Moles in shrubs, like an anthill the house is bugged
Gave a paltry shrug, I had patience cos
Money talks and bank statements establishes dialogue

Chorus 2x
Shoes off for the land is holy
Slowly approach the Golden plates from Moroni
You know me, the Ronin who became a shinobi
Climbed Jacobs ladder to throw hands with the Elohim