[Produced by Frank Dukes]
[Dialogue Excerpt]
'The Snake Charmer'...your best work yet
However, this next job will not be so easy
Zen Yi has become a thorn in the Lion's paw
This is what happens when you send mice to do a man's job
[Intro: k**a Sin]
One-two, one-two, yes sir, turn me all the way the f** up
Let's go, yeah, k**a Sin just came home
Shout outs to The RZA, my physical Power Cypher, love you boy
[k**a Sin]
Yo, they call me the drama starter, heart stopper, llama popper, I gotcha
Gangsta impostors, calling the coppers, and ducking the rockets
Optic, digging my pocket, co*k it, empty your block, b**h, you hear me?
The semi toxic, like, Remy that's rock less
Have you swiveled up and shot, said, no screaming, I'm shot, sh**
Like Pusha T and Malice, muthaf**a, I got clips
And shells that'll lock lips for kicking that Pac sh**
Then slam through your body like they stuck in the mosh pit
A born again, rebel in the flesh, do it to the d**h
Bleed heat, meaning I won't rest, til I'm fluid less
n***as be like 'yo, you the best', nah, I'm just one of them
These f*ggot a** rappers be running, like I pulled the gun at them
Call me daddy, I'm sunning them, bad, burnt badly
Sign s**ers up for Gangsta Academy, so they mad at me
A g checker, reject quick, demand my respect
Like D-Set, made bird n***as dip, I clear your p-jects
Yeah, your boy sweet techs, not steps, head shot
See neck, knees, chest, long as them bullets meet flesh
You subpoena to meet d**h, k**a did it and beat d**h
I dance with the devil, right now I'm letting my feet rest
Talk a tough, go bonkers or bust in a monstrous conquerors crush
Comp to dust, f** a n***as sponsors up
Diamond cut rhyming in my prime, blind a miner
Steady digging in my styles for one liners, none finer
Ensign a compromise, word bond and brothers honor mine
Sorta like spans, like Father Time, hard to find
Another artist that go hard as I, and I got a hard devine
Read n***as like march of dime rappers, don't get shot for trying
Everybody wanna shine, my fire one of a kind
Inspire brothers to rhyme, soon as I utter a line
Gung-ho, Mighty Joe Young blow, gorilla bars
k**a far from a corner, dying amongst the realest stars
Known for giving n***as scars, goon work, my wombs search in twos
Inserted in your private parts, you can die tomorrow
Better yet today, you better pray for better ways to get away
When my Beretta spray, I'm known for giving lead away
Young f**ers the head of gray, here's man, I swear
I can send you to a better place, where nobody can set a trace
And tears for you cheers, throw your hands til your shots fired
And rot in peace til y'all police lovers rocking wires