Phantom of the strip, one-six street Godzilla
God's illest bar spitter, one-punch jaw splitter
Every time I spit a line, it rearrange your spine
Chiropractics on the track, attention! fall in line
Call em up, knock em off, clean em up, nevermind
Columbine lines are cliche, so skip it like a leap day, convenient, what I got in store is what you need, Speedway. Pitch switch, speed change, you asking for a replay
Freeway Ricky penitentiary bars
These ain't no cinnamon sentiments, give em sentences hard
I came to give the game a facelift, spray clips, make a couple dollars imma waste, and
Play this, beat grab the beat from your heart
If the beat can't, then he can, and he's taking off
This music will be your lifeline as I write mine, and
No one in they right mind won't invite mine in
So these are my thoughts
The pen to the paper the leak of my heart
The ink of my veins, the yield of my brain, I'm writing my name on the flesh of this game
So if we haven't met, here's a jab to a tracheal
Or a handshake... Yeah, a shake would do
Nice to meet you, dog, my name's Gabriel