Lyrics
clik clak lights out pitchblack,
spit that murderous chit-chat
fuck around wit diss-tracks; split-splat;
bitch smacked, im as fresh as a tic tac,
breakin candy rappers off like bite size kit kats
you wit that? rip-rap makin fun of they voices
thick asses, big masses make em say (oi!)
now im makin a point, all yawl git atcha boi..im..
the head of this shit like the face of a coin
[gunshot]
thats..the end of the road, leave ya dead in a hole
cant contend wit flow, spit from a legend in control
fuckaz wanna pretend when yawl as dependent as a hoes,
plus get neglected like those, and thats how it goes
aint a damn thang change, same shit different day
seem like eryone done packed up and went different ways
you know, i just dont git it, mufuckaz needa realize
like anna nicholes smith you dont wanna fuck wit real size
[gunshot]
little kiddos wanna take it on sesame street
cuz the beef recipe's oh so definently sweet
that smiff and wessonly heat, so drop that mic
you dont want that fight, you dont want this type
that right, this left that hook this slice
im consistantly tight, specificaly west coast
tresspass, anything in the vacinity-get-blown,
keepin shit salty: flowin like the pacific be yo,
[gunshot]
like dat big as they come,
adiktid be gold, silver and platinum all in one
yawl deformed peanuts gittin squished wit the thumbs
ya wished it was done before it started, but its just begun
to start like dearly departed, we gathered hear today
cuz you was purley retarted, so i scattered your brains
ive had-it up to my neck could give a fuck less
i pick and choose as i please bitch move and i squeeze
[gunshot]
Azreal's verse
verse 2:
line'em up, knock'em down, watch a riot break out
the clubs giant's gettin high drunk and violent now
and i aint tryina pile it all on at once, but fuck-it
im open to publics judgement, till the ruckus-budges
im here to judge justice, till my mind rust-ess shut,
and anyone with an opinion, give it while im listenin
never quick to admit it, but if i did it, i didnt aiight?
and im never wrong always right, like the political type
....
shits gets pitful-like, one little fight, imma marked man
everyone lookin for trouble, in-light of a dark-scam
fuck Opinions based on basis its hatred and i hate'it
like Black Panthers, Skin Heads and ne other Racists
that statement ill never take back, now my lifes in jeopordy
and yawl cats quick to SayJack like Pat pleasure me!
youll never be close to as clever or better then me
no matter how hard you try, im a star, a part of the sky
[gunshot]
how cats gon fish, when they cant bait the hook themselves
frontin like they gone move fo'it but cant wait to look'n'dwell
it took-well over a life-time ta put togetha these skillz
doin it on my own free-wills the only way imma be ill
so this is what i got, dont like it dont buy the sequel
if you do, fill up ya cup, leave the store come back for refills
im still-me no matter what! fullfill needs? gather a touch
ide rather pull out, bust and climb up the ladder again then budge
[gunshot]