fuck friends - fiends are more benefical
the mic as bore make this shit sore so lyrical
get yo' shit fecal - make my hits impacts triple
change yo' life with a track -
take it like an attack of an eagle
that's as simple as that
like a sample i'm back and makin' bang tha track
matter fact -
i might use the might to get a name in this game
man i fight for the light - give some fame to my fam
damn...i ride all the night - rhymes framed to kill lames
get some high and others hide - no lane - that's the same
i try not to be static - i'm at it
don't try to operate in the pathetic register
cuz i got feelings of an automatic when i rip yah
i get yah - hit yah - i bet yah motherfucka
that you ain't gon' think death before dishonor no longa
but death after dishonor - i get stronger
like breaths of a brotha runnin' from a copper
if he didn't shoot his clown ass down of course
cuz so cursed is our dirt
so many body's get found without purse...
get the gats for them cats ready to crash
where they at? my hatred get fat steady to trash
all them fakes chillin' right there
fillin' my heart with hatred like the clip of a nine with bullets
i might tear - yo' shit up like paper
get night's tears - fed of violence and killed hater
you gon' hear me in the box - i'm gon' box in yo' ear
get the mic cocked - reppin' my block that smokes you fair
Motherfuckaz claim to be hot in tracks
then in the other claim to be cold...is that from a contract?
in this world - i'm drunk of violence
smoke them punks in silence - stunts and alliance
that's why i spit this deadly substance...
