Brought to you by the greatest mothafuckin army of two since mobb deep, The Infamous and Kanvas would like to present....
Kill or be Killed.
Kanvas:
Learning to stalk through the night, whispering among the streets,
I see a lady that catches my eyes and instantly tries to tease me.
She flashes some skin, but her thigh is plagued with cuts from a knife,
Sad that I thought this woman looked like the type I could Wife.
Stop the watch and freeze the time, 30 below freezing under the trees,
She reaches in her waist band and pulls out a AK with a loaded magazine.
Stutter step and run the fuck backwards, but shots ring out creeping up behind me,
Feeling the wind of the bullet buzzing past my face, I take place on the concrete.
Second shot fired and took a comfort in my skin, burying itself deep in my concepts,
But I shot back up like I had springs on my feet, leaving that bitch completely perplexed.
Fearing for my life I made peace with the sin I was about to instinctively commit,
My finger hugging the trigger and the bullet escaping the prison like sentence.
Miss the target on purpose, the true gentleman buried deep within can't deal,
with this kind of weight on my shoulders, distorted images conjuring, feeling real.
Her reaction was priceless, her eyes smiled brighter than the sun in the hottest of days,
the gun slipped out of my hand and to the cold cement floor, my arms sting like sun rays.
With that last swing of her arm, this light flashes before my eyes and I fall to the ground,
kissing the floor beneath me and holding it as my own, home and still falling down.
Blood leaks out of my open wounds and I feel my heart being ripped to shreds
tearing and being tormenting like it was a sweater and I unraveled the thread.
Pitch black and my body is seizing up off the ground, my skull cracking on pavement
occipital bone screaming and pulsing as my life slips away, within 3 or 4 seconds.
The ill fated woman turned around laughing maniacally and tossing the pistol,
looking for a taxi, raised her death plagued arm and belted out a whistle.
Seeing no car in sight, she began to cross the empty street or so it seemed,
Her body looking like rubber as the taxi penetrated her sin enthralled being.
Karma is a bitch and I think I love her, angels fly around and smell the death scent.
One simple question, to kill or be killed, and I think I just made my statement.
The Infamous:
Now listen, this is me and Kanvas,
You wannu can this? I demand you re-scan this,
You can’t pass this man shit, full metal jacket,
Is what im about to hit your ass wit,
Our fans aint nothin but expandable assets,
All we do is drop these classics,
These fantastic raps, that are mean & drastic,
This black magic, that’ll strangle this faggot,
Wrap is throat wit elastic, grab it behind and snap it,
Now we braggin, sent off laughin.
Hold on, slow down, its so dark,
Lemme throw some old clothes on,
Im about to mow down all the pussies who wont spark,
Its like a fuckin german shepard that wont bark,
Then by all the other dogs is torn apart.
Infamous came to fuckin hold you back,
While Kanvas slapped you and broke you in half,
Now hes on the floor, walk away and throw a match,
Yo, K, whatchu say we smoke the ash?
You see, me and Kanvas are like a 2 man army,
Scar me, spar me, harm me, it wont hardly alarm me.
Whether you volunteered or were just picked up and thrown in,
It’s a kill or be killed world, and me and Kanvas own it.
We hope all you motha fuckas enjoyed the show!
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Originally Posted by JustJoe
