Seems more often I be needing more coffins
All I see is dead men walking
Pray with your pastor, get you a few crosses
Cause in n a few I'mma make some rap kids offense
Drop a few corpses and judgement begins
When your raps all a sin there is a doom to be condemned
Either way this is rap [?] with a pen
Now you're trapped in the middle
Where I'm from it's the knife or the pistol
Hit them lights and the mobsters might get you
Creatures of the night who tear flesh by the fistful
Cla** overload n***a, it's dismissive
Why is you something official? You in trouble just whistle
Be prepared, holmes, you stepped into the danger zone
You either win or you die up in this game of thrones
Couldn't leave the game alone
High on the purple and I'm posing like I'm chameleon
You dunking off the [?] road
This is rock and roll hall of fame status
Chuck Berry to the ma**es how I'm pissing on these ba*tards
Streets gymnastics, who could flip a key faster?
I know some n***as who could flip a key backwards
But key open doors, word to Bear-One
And them ice cold claws on the mic, oh lord
n***a, I'm out for blood so much it caused a flood
So cry me a river and drown, it's no love
5 AM north side rolling d**
On the north side of town rolling bodies in a rug
This is murder for fun, I suggest you go run
Here stunt low, homie, the game has begun
And guess who already won?
Money Making Jam Boys cruise to the finish line
Many men wish d**h many times
King like David k**ing the giant, philistine
Writing for the blind like braille, homie, they full of mine
Finally it happened, n***a, see [?]
Me and the [?] time bandit - you caught red handed
Flyer than the rest of them, holmes, let the man in
And that's they demanding, they want war and famine
Releasing the hounds at the sound from a cannon
And that's the sound of the beast
Red and blue is [?] and the bullsh** is seized
While the wolves go feast
You can leave and retreat or die in defeat
Cause around here the restless end up resting in peace
Found in a few pieces in trash cans
Last man standing out in the k**ing fields of the badlands
Now I'm looking for a Donnie Brooks, another bro
Breaking a n***a back paws, no [?]
They ain't really real at all
I'm from a place where they shoot at a shooting star
The moment is taking off
Bring it down to Earth real quick
So tuck yourself in for this dirt nap, b**h
n***a, I should be dead with a flow so sick
And I strike so swift the naked eye could miss this
Crown on tilt, here's the ring, hoe, kiss it
Walk up in the meeting like ''yeah, what's the business?''
I'm here to witness your feelings, only took a couple minutes
Then I'm right back on 'em - grill 'em, no Foreman
Fight, no warning, still going
So swined out fifty got the heart like Owen
Motherf**er, I'm the chosen one