By the skin of our teeth, now it's killing time Walking stiff let me tall ya' Better left for dead And now we are on a mission Well it's full speed ahead My legion's when we do the crime Let's get one thing straight To get there early is on time And

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled

Tell me how you feel 'bout a nigga coming thru on a 4am flex shawty We done came down off a mission now its time for the 4am flex shawty Leaving round 2, did the mission round 3, you the 4am flex shawty I'm on my way right now, on the 4am flex yeah You

Gravity and distance I don't have an explanation For another lonely night I just feel this sense of mission And the sense of what is right Take it easy on my now I'd be there if I could I'm so full of what is right I can't see what is good

Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Ahem excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner You don't want start Weezy, 'cause the F is for Finisher So misunderstood, but

Such a cold blooded love No one knows I'm afraid of your touch But I love it too much You had me on your list The target of your mission All these times you would be missing me Is really guilt admission, baby The game we're playing is addictive

My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime Higher than average Lot of cabbage Thank God I never abide by the established Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters Like "Yoo-hoo" with a

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the

Castaway-going at it alone Castaway-now I'm on my own I'm on a mission Into destination unknown An expedition Onto desolation road (where I'm a...) Lost and found, trouble bound,

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled