Lyrics
(N Sane)
Won't even struggle wit this, got you to juggle your clip
Drown in your own puddle of piss, then hover and lift
Your body bubble and sift, see nothin more than bundles and bits
You'll tumble and twist once the jungle get thick
I'm better off dead so never cross him
I'll never forfeit, make a better offense
I'll severe off heads, your letters soften
The clever one are sought, I fought for this fortune
Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me
Fool me three times I'll kill you then they'll put the blame on me
Pushed the limit down the scenic route, posed the frame on me
They flipped the script and the book, closed the page on me
I'm literally the bookmark, it bitterly looks dark
I seriously took part in actions that can only be done
By someone with a crooks heart
It could spark by the courtesy of the hoods arms
One is Queens is, one is Brooklyn
The gun gleamed while you were shootin
Though ya shouldn't, tell me what did you see while you were lookin
You'll die at it, huh? I know, do you know?
This dynamic duo, rhyme addict crew grows
Crime fanatic, ghoul ghost, try crackin my cruel bones
If you try bitin you'll gag in a mules groan
It's befittin you jack ass, belittlein ya wackness
Be hittin the target with no type of practuce
(Dead Soljah)
The Medic read all the Medicine, n still let it in/
a parasite and damn it bite, bones in the skeleton/
Its Irrelivant, Im better than, better, barettas/
in leather, wheather cocked, its under my sweater/
Fallll, I gotta get up, from the drama I created/
Tryed to Brawl-Draw-Nines, n Started to break it/
Done, Parted, Remade it, Hung, Slaughtered, n Braided/
Lunged 2 Hit 4 Bricks, they crumbled n crated/
Now we Stung!, carpenters maidens, in 6 states/
Grip 8z, mix fakes, in shits face, comin in mens place/
Time to Fix-Face, demandin my property/
It Gotta be these mother fukkin Wanna bes holdin probly a lotta heat/
I spit it to end, the finish the skin/
ya missin a limb, and then I started rippin again/
Crimson, a criminal kid, deminishing dim/
Vanishing, damnit he, took the mission and dipped/
He's back!, In a eyes position, get by, the digits/
Devised, a few lies, analyse the distance/
The Skys The Limits, like Nas in vivid/
Spit Flames in ya membrane while you tryna Dry the picture/
I just, wanna see ya, bones break, maybe ya skull crack/
Hear a gun clap, Stomache and ya lungs wrap/
See you hung back, Now I bust Ghats/
Ima Bust anyway! 4 the world? FUCK THAT!
