Underground jam. Takes me back to my '06 days, with that grimey, punch you in the mouth style, and almost a demonic vibe with a catchy hook. Produced by RockItProductions.
hip hop
Lyrics
[1st Verse:]
Pray you got the guts to say my name, I'm bustin the flame
Clutch it and aim, you say you f*** in insane, let's look at what's in your brain -
Type to tuck in ya chain, or hand cuffin a dame
Who's nothing to bang, in ya face, like Love and Cobain -
Lovin cocaine - I'm speeding the streets, I'm leading police
With weed in my reach, like weez or khalif...a
Squeezin the peice -- throwing three in ya fleece
Like Drew Brees in his peak-and leave-fleeing in cleats
[I'm a nightmare] -- you only see in ya sleep
My only reason to beef-I wanna see him deceased -
Die slow-my flow-cop it fast-when you see it's released
He-copied that-like you seeing repeats
Never ceasin the speech-or cheap leasin ya beats
'Til I'm reach the elite-like-I be preaching the beast
Get jesus a priest - believe what he speaks
Before you bleed, I leak beef in these beats, you b*** .
[Chorus:]
You'll kill yourself, I'm warning you
You say my name, it's war, you'll lose
You feel yourself, I wonder why
You play this game, you gonna die
[2nd Verse:]
Ima kill the game, I got it, my product hot and you bump this sh**
You frontin kid, it's nothing, ya bluffin, f*** it i'm loving this
Under the impression I'm blessed, and lesson, don't start with me
Your artery is targetry, guessin it'd fall apart in beef
Pardon me, I party, you sit and listen to what I do
Who bumpin who? kill it, I'm feelin the will in, "what I lose?"
[What a move] game in my mind like I'm on the ball court
Ball or, watching you throw it, oh, and you're all short
I'll short, fakers in shake and take it from all their bags
Ya'll are mad, next time you needin weed then you call your dad
It's all in that, ability, willing I be killin me
You feelin me? For feelin my nerves, I would need a pill, or 'phine
[You pill 'em clean], fill in me, feel lean when I lose this weight
My new mistake, I would be hidin if I could lose this face
[Who's great?] Takin this business, sh** this mobbing you
The lawmen lose, when in awe from my spittin, the clique is robbin you
[Chorus:]
You'll kill yourself, I'm warning you
You say my name, it's war, you'll lose
You feel yourself, I wonder why
You play this game, you gonna die