This is a song about "Temple of doom"

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

Won't run out anytime soon

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Of bars apart of doom that had sparked when i thought of you,

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Puts that gun to his temple

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

I express those strong thoughts from my mind, hits ya temple,

My mind my temple, but i dont treat it gentle

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

Of these motherfuckers mentallity that they can keep up with my pad and my pencil

The instrumental, every time i'm in, i skip your lame level, when i step in my temple,

I feel your love reeling me n your temple surely caught me,

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party