Necro - Assault In Precinct 16 lyrics

It's just another day in the precinct; Assault on sixteen's with weaponry to peel wigs - & we don't feel sh** Verbal homicide to side with the realest N' the future foresees the green with enemies depleted We on that bar flex; it's time to bench-press It's right I end stress with all of this aggressiveness I got a sickness inside, it's called selfishness The 'wouldn't piss on a burning b**hes body' mindset I'm in I better take my vitamins & say my prayers Cos a lack of righteousness has got me mentally impaired Tell God I'll meet him there when I'm stiff dead To judge'is for the sins I've prepared that make my bed But I'll never rest in this flesh; maybe life's just a test N' if so I think I've failed every end Lived on the ends with no ends; n' my will & testament'll Be left to Nephews n' Nieces n' not 'friends' Never grew up to d**; I grew down to do some So who, son, could f** with Sutherland in the long run? Better run when Sutherland come; Cos I'm locked in solitary confinement, the a**ault on Precinct 16, trapped behind bars still spitting these sixteen's; Trying to live my dreams but I see concrete So judge is how you will; I'ma write to these beats I'm on precinct 16, trapped behind bars still spitting these sixteen's; Trying to live my dreams but I see concrete Write to beats till d**h rows under my feet A-yo I'm locked inside corruption; The blood-lusted system of Britain malfunctioned amongst us So I'm f**ed with pain that I'm suffering Of wanting combustions n' eruptions of governments; I lived as a gluten; for the punishment, I publicly publish it In hopes of getting nourishment; my cerebrum's recovering Institutionalised on these streets Cross-faded as the time frame creeps behind steel Beg & plead for every meal, served slops; In the rotten apple of the Northern Brit crop Wishing hard time'd stop so I write this hip-hop That click, click, click, pops; I write these gunshots I've writ my heart-off n' it's not done half-arsed Behind bars like Gotti's squad with my teapot To detox off hardships that we sunk-off Still locked solitary confinement in a**ault of Precinct 16, trapped behind bars still spitting these sixteen's; Trying to live my dreams but I see concrete So judge is how you will; I'ma write to these beats I'm on precinct 16, trapped behind bars still spitting these sixteen's; Trying to live my dreams but I see concrete Write to beats till d**h rows under my feet