This is a song about "Tactical"

Without sounding impractical, murders messy but tactical

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Of sheer genius, smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

And im fast tactical

I'm fried from this ripple

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

Tactical, my brains cell are individual

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Is how i profess no single imperfection tactical turtlenecks,

Is awfully tactical, a task at best

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west