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Verse 1
mother fucker, Primals after the throne/
Fuck beef in the streets, I turn your hood to a zone/
Last you see before you get your cap blown/
A of your kids and a map of your home/
Better that Gods listening when the macs to your dome/
Ending lives of mother fucker, I aint fracturing
Target Catholics in Rome and people sitting at gay
bomber shit, aint a blip on the radar/
Empty clips bank guards, hostages bound/
Treat your city like a when Im locking it down/
Cause a fucking power when Im stomping the ground/
And all you hear is fired, officer down/
I aint around son, rappers get stepped on/
Leaving spinning round your head like electrons/
Roll with weapons drawn so step to me cousin/
This heavy metal eruptionll end the discussion/

This is hard core shit, we take aim and back
Hard core get ready for combat
Ghost Town the underground theres no way stop that
This is hard core, this that a cop rap
2 - Primal
Welcome to Hell son, meet the villainous one/
Repping the fucking side and Im as real as they come/
Morse and Weapon me your chances million to one/
Feeling like killing spilling fluid like Attila the
You flashbacks a life when Im seeping your breath/
Throw a punch and leave my wrist fist in your chest/
The creeping death twist your neck, handle business the way/
I cackle at the crackle when I sever your
Swoop like of prey, leave you faggots shell-shocked/
From the street to the country to the mother cell block/
Im a hound, self-taught to cops/
Moving more mother fucking than a bell hop/
The gat's on the top, the loots in the suitcase/
Im two-faced, I smile twist your cap like toothpaste/
Got my boots laced in the streets where I move
You fucking fruitcakes is too shook to shoot straight/