It's called Blow Up Ya Box, about how like.. peep are "bad ass" or whatever, and how other people fall into peer pressure or follow another crowd.. and the last verse is me talkin bout how i'll blow up ya box if u try it with me...
Lyrics
the pistol-means-good
when i whistle-clean-hoods
i miss-through more then he-could
stop-protestin the glocks-confessin
clocks-lesson the time
rocks-mess-in the rhymes
i write-tight now im in the lime-light
lived a crime-life on the drop of a dime-ya-die
kids with no fathers, skin splits with no bothers
when ya mind works, produce the type of hurt
loose-the-hype-of-birth, choose-the-right-kind-of-earth
you wanna live-on, a warrior like memnon
cleanse-on the tense-gods
clench-mods as my brain hits-right
in fist-fights i split-tight
i miss-nights, these blankets dont keep my warm
but my piss-might
i suggest you save ya breath
dont waiste it on kids with no life left
cause now a days 1 death leads to
more in depth, clues swept
but most def
a bullet through ya chest
with no one to confess
did ya work-through-my-eyes
1 crime turns to murder-suicide
all these thoughts fill my mind
when it tries to clear im in a bind
im livin a fast live with no choice of rewind
and when im feeling pain
it seems to always maim
into my brain
and its driving me insane
letter-quotes smoke
the feelin to provoke
ya whether-notes
and levers-choke
all the words that u've ever-spoke
have ya met the heat-seaking-missle
or a neat-speaking-pistol
or even a meat-eating-crystal
they say were all equal
its the return of kanevil
soaring high like segals
but all conquered by evil
yes, the evil thats stabbin-nuns
the type of evil that gives criminals gattlin-guns
we rattlin-funds and battlin-runs
and i express it all by straight up just rappin-tons
when im grabbin-funs and slappin-guns
when ya minds playin-tricks
you should be thinkful that theres people out there thats layin-bricks
and banging-sticks, we payin-bits
of some cash when we slayin-hicks
now ya gotta think for ya self
and especially for others-health
when ya mothers-delt a deck of cards that will never be felt
go and ask ya brothers-help
or a ya girl if ya love-her-self
go and face the problem but ya better hover-stealth
and remember, when pills-spew
from a bottle there only gonna kill-you
with a throttle, on the fast-lane
they just gas-brains, in mass-pain
and when ya ask-main
dont forgot to blast-sane
when the flash-maims
cause if ya dont, u could be the chosen-next
on the victim-list, with a broken-neck
as the system-hits with a spoken-teck
or a hopin-deck of a smokin-wreck
high-roll-pain-is-at, ya heart is burnin like a pyromanic
peoples-runnin-smooth
steeples-commin-through
when ya here those others crews
talkin bout they got nothin to loose
and you think you dont but ya really do
reality-plays a big part in ya life
when formalitys-plauge ya heart with a knief
take a ruined-picture of a human-figure
spewin-triggers, when actually he's only loosin-bigger
callin people stupid-wiggers for likin music thats grovin-wizard
everybody just be ya self, quit following others stackin ya cards on the shelf
play the hand that was delt
when u was born
cause other people's gonna die when u mourn
play the trumpets and the horns
all because ya life was torn
only difference-is
ya missed-this-kid
im still here, with a wicked-lid
when ya-throw-up-the-glocks
it just fuels me fool, when i blow-up-ya-box!!