(Hook x2)
This is kung fu, ninjitsu, hard body
Karate Shotty, pop off, street party
We thick on the streets, Alchemist on the beat
Emptied out a clip then pistol whip, you with the heat
k**er Ben: (Verse 1)
Yo I got biscuits out the oven, pippin hot huntin
Start something Dark Desperado, talk tungsten
Art of ghetto noise spark destruction
And embark the ghetto boys to bring hammer head toys to touch em
Nails in the cross for the sins the money costs
The greedy double cross for that work you bubble off
And how was I to know the county jail was show & tell?
You tell me you hustle? I’ll show you where you failed
It was money first, no dishonor, live today, no tomorrow
Steal before you beg, clap with yo head before we borrow
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blacking out on hunger pains, not eating they fun & games
heat seeking a buck and change, these streets ain’t f**in playin
Life on the line when it’s necessary
women are secondary, to the nature of God, the sanctuary
Hate to carry so much malice, method of madness
Balance hell on earth, rep for the turf, moment of silence man
Whoever said it’s lonely at the top never hit the bottom
I ain’t silver spooned, catch them n***as slippin got em
Planet Asia: (Verse 2)
Hasan the God, P Allah, extend centuries,
Camouflage, hand grenades, M60’s
k**a Sha, rest in peace, you’re not forgotten
Les Watson, Raymond James, Michael Jackson
Brown water, kush purple, Halal bust down
Gold Kufis, hash blocks, my crack touchdown
Amsterdam, convent 125th
Golden Gate, Crenshaw, Malcolm X
Powder block, MLK we keep the sh** lit
Bulletproof, CLk, 7 6’s,
Peace God, hallelujah, Merry Christmas
Let’s build on all the stars and the planets, knowledge the distance
We got 4 billion, 400 million True and Livings Listening
The devil still Willie Lynch'n
TriState: (Verse 3)
Ayo Sanskrit, sundial, supreme mathematics
Hollow tips dumped out, extreme biohazard
Money gram ministry, preach sermons of misery
For mocking my delivery, hire k**ers from Italy
it's on, drama when the felt tips drawn
Then it’s cannons in ya grill, no affiliats to Don, we the bomb
Itchin to blow, no, scratch that
Itchin for dough, the Calamine is a fat stack pay me
A product of the Reaganomic era gone crazy
Lookin at the man in the mirror, eyes hazy
Suicide samurai gamma ray
Pledge gamma phi, thugs amplify the murder rate
Focus, The cadence of the rhyme got you open
Like you just snort a line, I ain’t lyin, we the dopest
Burial ground town, 200 thou down
Surround sound, crash loud, sick as a mad cow
We beefin, salmonella leakin out the speakers when I’m speakin
Read between the lines of the teaching
(Hook x2)
This is kung fu, ninjitsu, hard body
Karate Shotty, pop off, street party
We thick on the streets, Alchemist on the beat
Emptied out a clip then pistol whip, you with the heat