Keith Masters - Napalm lyrics

The Reavers (ft. Dom Pachino and Keith Masters) ft. NLZ - “Napalm” [Primary Instrumental Produced by NLZ] [Interlude Produced by billy woods and Phantom Power] [Hook: NLZ] (x2) The streets are savage. Got to keep my hand on the chrome Team Napalm is fire, bring the heat to your dome Be in the zone. I'm known to crush your audio tones We the last squad standing in the war with the clones [Verse 1: Dom Pachino (AKA P.R. Terrorist)] Ayyo, my sole purpose is to slap y'all f*gs Y'all keep looking at me like a n***a in drag I'll leave your face bloody like a b**h on her rag This is Napalm for real. Y'all know the deal I love hip hop, plus I'll pop the steel I don't talk to b**hes. They drop and kneel I'll slam dunk p**y like Shaquille O'Neal I don't talk to n***as that love to squeal If you're thug for real, then your mug is steel A slug won't affect ya, but this vest won't protect ya You'll be laid up in a stretcher, laid out “Your team is played out.” They thought that about us Before I came out. Now they switched up Dom P's a full house, make emcees scatter in dark Holes like mange mouse Way too much spice—must be my mom's food I'm old-school—nickel-plated .22 In a house party, same time [?] (Backwoodz!) [?] Napalm team is all-pro (All-pro) We're Napalm [Verse 2: Keith Masters] Ghostwrite for warlocks to stop, lock, and aim Young guns, old bullets that smash your whole frame n***as still want war—ain't a damn thing change I need pain. f** fame, f** living in shame I'll write raw lyrics, lines straight to the brain You in the Backwoodz (Holler), where emcees get slain n***a, you don't want to go knuckle up, get tussled up Whip a** like your moms did with the buckle up IGC “Spitamatic” with static. You had it Should have grabbed it. It's so tragic Got your face tatted like Mike with permanent marks You going ‘gainst me is like a shot in the dark Streets is mean, turn a graduate to a fiend And I seen it happen Illtown to Manhattan n***as clapping, still packing. I was rapping Trying to make sense of these bars I was trapped in And with Bush behind the bu*ton, it's dangerous No peace. Need a piece with things to bust [Hook: NLZ] (x2) The streets are savage. Got to keep my hand on the chrome Team Napalm is fire, bring the heat to your dome Be in the zone. I'm known to crush your audio tones We the last squad standing in the war with the clones