5 Point Palm Video (MV)

And what, pray tell, is the Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique?
From Tokyo to Gramercy, I'm Joseph with the granaries
The reason that the land can eat, been called the Prophet candidly
A kindness only grandma see, the hood had different plans for me
Be quick to let the hammer squeeze, knock branches off your family tree
Cause it's like Amityville, Foley and Sevy's out to take names
Get outlined and chalked like bodies left at the crime scene
They asking how we do it, but as prophets we don't play right
A kiss from a rose, signed, sealed and delivered to grave sites
Gotta tell myself relax and go and wane, heat up the world the days that son lights
Left back flows as a courtesy. Oh, he dumb nice
But some nights, there's no change, I hope us and these bums fight
So me and Sev could dump rights like dudes who voted Trump twice
The only other option left here is to bow out gracefully using gumption
Brace yourself for the punches, I'm breaking out like I'm gumtions
And one-tenth of my effort is needed when I abuse em
When I snap, I'm dragging back families like the Yakuza
Let it ring in your ear just like Akira can't hear ya
Fake Makavellis we don't respect and don't fear ya
Keep it a stack, be transparent when we clear ya
You dick riders orbit round the stars when we near ya
Keepin' it simple and plain, you couldn't ride the wave, you've never been a factor
Just a bunch of rappers acting, asking benefactors for some funding
I came back and I'm too busy in my bag, dog
Every line sent from the convict is like a hacksaw
Watch them fake smilin' niggas, killers always got veneers on
Learned that from the apple, snakes be eatin' all career long
Foley Father, bless the Messiah, word peace to Mason
My team lived a life that these actors roles is based at
And we even break a sweat yet, the secret is out, then we be the best kept
You're only hearin' fire like purple tapes and cassette decks
The next now, Sev, klwn, Snick and the rest
Of this list, kickin this piff and leave the industry pressed
Yo, why these chicks be tryin' to change me, is it somethin' I did?
Too many women tried to groom me just to f*ck with the kid
But that's whatever if you love me for me, then sit back, you know where my soul sits
So fore the casket closes, go give the God his roses
And hope you tell the truth for once, there ain't another tandem you could call upon
We body all, now even your bodyguard needs a bodyguard
That curtain call ain't dawning, feelings felt twisted like Oliver
Cause we done left you hung up on more lines than telemarketers