Lyrics
[intro]
we should never surrender,
we should defend our island whatever the cost may be!
as soon as u can spit on my level,
then maybe i´ll let u say some shit
(yeah, word)
ya block's finest, ya ya holla at me,
chea, u know how we do man,
the protige, my man TH,
yea new hot blazin collabo
ya gotta back the fuck up!
ya aint got shit on us, know what im sayin.
[verse] The Protige
so heres ya pentence, ya left defenseless//
stop ya flow like a comma in tha middle of a sentence//
ya sent this but ya whip is rented//
u can't see my inner meaning so u haters must be senseless//
just try to throw hands up ta fight thru//
don't be scared a doggs i got a rifle ta bite you//
we NAIL BLOCKS stay risin JAIL STOCKS//
but u couldn't feel ma steps if i was wearing BRAILLE SOCKS//
TRAIL STOPS wit a flow phatter then MALE COPS//
cut ya body put the pieces in ya mommaz MAILBOX//
SLASH YA BELLY, u want beef then PACK A DELI//
now u hataz outta site like tha late MAKAVELLI//
i HAMMER THRU YA, if not my MAN'LL SHOOT YA//
cuz u know we HANDLE RULERS like we hang wit MR. COOPER//
TRAIN TA BOOT YA, CANS AND COOLERS//
put u in a bad position like i know some KAMA SUTRA//
[interlude speech]
we should fight on the seas and oceans,
we should fight with growing confidence,
and growing strength in the air!
[verse] PuRe.1
they watchin' us grow, as their height remains/
put a dog on a leash, but i aint never been tamed/
as they gaze at our reign, try to detain/
our 'arms' stretch from states to t-dot to spain/
my dick hardens, so they on it again/
hatin' n it's only cuz we got it, better then dem/
my concentration, y'all get after ridalin/
capture his heart is the only way to get hid of him/
as i announce my weakness, leave ya speechless/
but it dunt mean much to preach this/
cuz y'all quick to mouth but, slow to act/
if ya own a pistol, trigger, aint been pulled back/
boy's back, charts hold tracks/
ya still at the bottom, playa, so go figure that/
[interlude speech]
carry on with struggle,
the new world with all its power and might,
step forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old!
[verse] justlivin a.k.a TH
trackmaster, true story.
trashed tracks through ya ghettoblaster,
wanting it better and faster,
get a new dial and taste,
i wrote a lyrical bible while ya getting scarfaced.
a new star raised, n born,
while underground emcee plays ol beats n turns torn,
modern day example, aint famous but i got naomi campbell,
at high speed, i elevate ya more than weed,
the red in ya eyes not caused by drugs i made ya bleed,
legless u fall cos i defeat(de-feet),
remember u trackless cos i made ya sleep!
for breakfast i drop hot on a beat,
“u lovin it” like fast food companies, time to press repeat!
ya friendless, so u saying im senseless,
I´m hot as J.Lo but harder to get with,
i give ya a hot beat to step with,
but my burning lyrics are a tracks privilige,
the mic and speakers cables are my home village,
turning tables and flying lines are an Mc´s spillage
