have surely had him killed The failure to preach your fiery sermons would find him condemned Words of peace and brotherhood could not bode well for an agenda so hungry for conflict and
it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool and calm with the niapalm Droppin emcee's to their knees and make them pie straight Dust and take and
turn on TV, all you see's a bunch of what-the-fucks Dude is dating so-and-so, blabbering 'bout such and such And that ain't Jersey Shore, homie that's the news And
bumps called friends And red light called enemies, caution signs called family And flat tires called jacks but if you have a spare called determination And
sit and curse on your lives You ain't worshiping I How did you manage to ruin such a beautiful planet? The turn of the times left my continents and countries Ridden with murder and
a gunfight with a knife to kill you And cut you so fast when your blood spilled it was still blue I'll hang you til you dangle and chain you with both ankles And
frontin' Lines come digital stupid, plus ain't got no jury on Bet I'm still live and I'm coopin' Two of my silver-backs fun through a pack of your wolves Front on react and
to let y'all niggas know High niggas rent , I'm set like nuh, purple and the new Lex Trifle and work, let's murder everything that Wu wanted sent I'
your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And
And the lawyers is the court employers, showin fake love The court system is 33 and 1 third of a mace and club While niggas is still beefin and tradin
are not them, Ghetto griots like rims, you stop, they still spin, Tall tales at the bar, witnessed after dark, And we still stop in and chicken and [?] And
and flakes And grown men actin like teenagers, we raisin the stakes What'cha know about words I throw around When I say it loud better know that I'm black and
Y'all MC's come into my face but my aim's steady Militant is skilled in most strategic plan I float across seas and breezed across land Standin in these thoughts of murder
a deal You poppin that bullshit they might find you killed Slum throwin the highway, behind the wheel Or you could do it my way, relax and chill You could worship SP sell cracks and
the fuck is lyricism and im open to all your constructive criticism let a nigga step outa line i get the tech and the 9 from up have a son truck and
how hot my joints be So turn it up I found a new way to earn a buck Rappin' for the people Hustla's and murderers Doctors and lawyers Cops and Tom Sawyr
