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

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