This is a song about "Temple of doom"

Actions speak louder than words

And thank doom for his herbs/

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

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

My mind my temple, but i dont treat it gentle

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

Deep ass wounds, sense of doom looms, trapped in the tomb, end it all

With temple in you mind its big homie canvaz teaching you the blessings

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

I assume you'll be meeting your doom,

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

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

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

I'll grab a frickin' pencil, swing it, and stab it in your temple,