by Xray » Nov 20th, '10, 19:38
Ones for the money ya’ll, twos for the show infact,
Threes for the loaded gat you hold when you wrote your raps,
I ain’t holdin’ back no more, If your flow is wack,
I’m flying off the handle like the barrel from a broken bat,
Anybody poppin’ slick shits getting helicopter lifted,
To the top of district hospital’s for a doctor visit,
Bolics optimistic, opposite; apocalyptic,
Brainstorm, make it rain drop acidic toxic liquid,
I’ll knock you bitches into next week with a haymaker,
And straight razor your face when you land seven days later,
I say pray your soul to keep, when you go to sleep,
But you sold the lease, on your own beliefs, like Roman priests,
You prolly told the beast hip-hop needs its own police,
To patrol the streets and shows whenever somethin’ dopes released,
But the Navy’s total fleet can’t storm in a local beach,
Told to breach my home, couldn’t get me out the zone I’ve reached.
FIYYYYYYAAAAAA.
Over a billion Muslims, you could never stop Islam
Over a billion bullets shooting from the chopper's arm
Carry a motherfucker head that I shred in Nam
I speak literally, figuratively, the prophet goneNew Track: The Nightmare