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Verse 1
Checkmate mother fucker, Primals after the
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 pray that Gods listening the macs to your dome/
Ending lives of mother fucker, I aint bones/
Catholics in Rome and people sitting at gay bars/
Stealth bomber shit, aint a blip on the
Empty clips into guards, hostages bound/
your city like a prison when Im locking it down/
Cause a fucking outage when Im stomping the ground/
And all you hear is shots fired, down/
I aint fucking son, rappers get stepped on/
Leaving stars round your head like electrons/
with weapons drawn so dont step to me cousin/
This metal eruptionll fucking end the discussion/

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