Yo, Mother fuckers come test me that'll be their last time
Breathin, speakin, reachin, or pleadin
Wit my fist I beat em, wit my fifth I heat em and I keep repeatin
til they heart stop beatin
not understandin why, its me they wanna try, wit the fifth I apply
the pressure to they eye
and let the bullet absorb up to they brain, tearin up tissue, poppin up veins, all that remains
an outline of yo body a toe tag wit yo name, a police line and shell casings cuz you tried takin my chain
Im not the one to be used or abused or the one you choose to amuse you fools without jewels
you confuse and infuse the wrong views so you lose, get hit up wit the tools and end up on the news
you already know I wont have it, its gonna be havoc, for this shit Im a fanatic
for the violence an addict, start acting erratic and Im spraying the matic
I take it off of my holdster, Strapped to my shoulder,lose yo composure and yo brains get some exposure
to the air and the light, I leave yo brain impaired wit delight, let the shells despair yo insight til you could no longer bear what I write
or know what I do, comprehend what I say, you apprehend and delay you pretend and you pray I aint desendin yo way I suspend the mack and I spray
thats the suspense of the day, thats the expense that you pay my bullets are dense and they grey and leave dents in yo face and put you back in yo place
this is just a taste of my grace, whether you think its a waste or embrace
whether my flow race or I pace I keep you addicted like its laced wit some base
I keep my flow laced wit my hate, its innate, its my fate, you cant relate so you wait
hesitate and you rate and debate whats my state, am I fake am I great
am I real am I whack, what you feel that I lack, I let off wit the mack
and it click and it clak and it crack up yo back as I hack up this track........
Holla back
feed back plz
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