Yo, it's that Brooklyn sh**!
Y'all n***as ready? NAAAH!
Y'all ready? YEEEAH!
Yo, oh sh**
Runnin game on bail
A n***a might find it hard walkin alone in a graveyard
Runnin game on bail
And if ya can't compete I'll leave ya 6 Feet Deep, n***a!
Yo, I be the Pied Piper, enlightener, holy cipher
Watch the God strike like a viper
Potential energy pumps the mainstream
Warn a n***a, crazy enough to return the dust
My chrome crushed the image, considered it a mess
Jump the C.O., bust the captain, and hop the fence
Did manuveur like a cougar, usin night vision
Interrogate intruders, rest, puff my Buddha
The grand child, father of mad style
Battle Gods on file, exiled since I lost the trial
Behold, control n***as like croaks, insert dats
d**h blow, aim and hit straight to the heart
It's a strong wind, n***as is thin as tin strips
Immeasureable wealth, campaignin that wack sh**
The barriers ready, engaged lock finder
Fox 1, launch the sidewinder
Gothic hip-hop break, I blast microscopic bars
Til it ends communication, only seen through Allah
God body, search Darth Khadafi, k**a of Nazis
Take heads like Jake DiVia**i
Clips of snake venom, toos rock, instructor, destruct
Just burnt from lyrical reflux
Tramp through decisions, battlin and collisions
High speed, still a n***a tryin to breathe, what n***a?
I come with the k**a Arm-Leg-a-Leg-a-Arm-Head
Ready with the bomb threat, f** all of the calm sh**
Waitin til the bomb hits, make a n***a vomit
Cuz he gave it all when preparin to respond wit
My correspondece, only young foes fall as soldiers in the Cold War
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Always in the trench, intense until I dent
The armour of the Devil brigade, slugs are spent
And dark rebels invade your tent, with the intent
To leave your body bent, I let the shotty vent
To lay your chest, penetrate your vest
Look for your family traits, as you defecate
You're dyin in the stench, nothin can prevent
A violent takeover, the modern J. Hova
Cannot be tempted by no type payola
Colder than the Polar, your bling-bling is over
f** all you fake Costra Nostras
Grym is a real street soldier, put you in a deep coma
Your weak streak is over, finito
I sting like 10 million mosquitoes with hypodermic needles