Lyrics
Is never too late
You and ur crew’s great
Now at days niggaz are too fake
The reason why they end up in a blue lake
Screaming for some kind of new sake
Blame it in the system we run
Cause our hand be itchin quick for the gun
Even if they scratch that area
It won’t stop em’ to use gats and come burry ya
Everything around here is wild like hysteria
Cause many bodies are infected by gun malaria
So don’t claim any set
Cause I got plenty shit
That smothered many vet
I work by the hour
murk with my power
And da verse with lungz that carry ammo for the coward
Don’t challenge the savage
Cause all rappers are average
How many of you I have to damage
Cause I spit hot sauce
That makes u stutta and pause
Damn how many I come across
I tend chill I don’t want catch fire in my tonsils
Cause many times I knocked the hustle
Lyrically I rocked his muscles
Systematically everything is ruined
People just walk through in
Viewing like they knew him
But not the kid, I glock the fith,
Chop their wrist and soon cock the bitch,
That would pop ya wig, you dirty pig start dig fo yo own damn ditch
This rap shit ain’t nu to me
Im raw like nudity
X rated the flow is hated
And most elevated
Don’t lie none of u ate it
In the streets people debate it
They want to investigate it
Cause the flow they want to eliminate it
They hate so they discriminate it
But me I won’t be eliminated
And yes I guess
To be the best in this contest
Cause’ Lyrically I manifest for the new era of conquest
Everything I got is priceless
Neva been lifeless
I’ll leave you with no ice therefore u’ll be iceless
I’m nice they call me Mr. Mic Niceness
I’m fight-less cause I’m bright therefore I am the brightness
And the tightest that rope wit the tightness
So see what I would do in a fight-mess
Requesting bullets in yo dumb bitch tight-dress
So u know me I might pop yo light-vest
Or probably leave you dead in a life-vest
fuck the counter clock wise
Time won’t change for the next block fight
We go mano-a-mano
Or cop some pipes to kill yo hermano
Or I might just keep it gully and blast yo tummy like Tony Suprano
And if not I’ll shank back like a Mejicano
Cause around here we not Delicado
We str8 from el Barrio, leaving u sorrow
Cause we are fortunado