Verse 1 Primal
Checkmate mother f**er, Primals after the throne/
f** beef in the streets, I turn your hood to a battle zone/
Last thing you see before you get your cap blown/
A picture of your kids and a map of your home/
Better pray that Gods listening when the macs to your dome/
Ending lives of mother f**er, I aint fracturing bones/
Target Catholics in Rome and people sitting at gay bars/
Stealth bomber sh**, aint a blip on the radar/
Empty clips into bank guards, hostages bound/
Treat your city like a prison when Im locking it down/
Cause a f**ing power outage when Im stomping the ground/
And all you hear is shots fired, officer down/
I aint f**ing around son, rappers get stepped on/
Leaving stars spinning round your head like electrons/
Roll with weapons drawn so dont step to me cousin/
This heavy metal eruptionll f**ing end the discussion/
Hook
This is hard core sh**, we take aim and co*k back
Hard core sh** get ready for combat
Ghost Town runs the underground theres no way stop that
This is hard core, this that k** a cop rap
Verse 2 - Primal
Welcome to Hell Harbour son, meet the villainous one/
Repping the f**ing dark side and Im as real as they come/
Morse and Weapon behind me your chances million to one/
Feeling like k**ing spilling fluid like Attila the Hun/
You having flashbacks a life when Im seeping your breath/
Throw a punch and leave my wrist fist deep in your chest/
The creeping d**h twist your neck, handle business the murder way/
I cackle at the crackle when I sever your vertebrae/
Swoop like birds of prey, leave you f*ggots shell-shocked/
From the street to the country to the mother f**ing cell block/
Im a hound, self-taught to smell cops/
Moving more mother f**ing bags than a bell hop/
The gat's on the shelf top, the loots in the suitcase/
Im two-faced, I smile then twist your cap like toothpaste/
Got my boots laced in the streets where I move weight/
You mother f**ing fruitcakes is too shook to shoot straight/