(chorus) I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you
(verse 1) I know you wish I was dead form the shit i be up Reality's nightmare, dead men wake up In and outcha mind, flatline, straight up through the I'm and regaurdless, the wicketness, i'ma spark dis Now let me kick the wicket that got me paid bitch Triple six, the unholy, back up boy you know me I'll slit ya fuckin thoat the murder i wrote Daddy will blast for me, wicket When I got spliff wrote my name on the in grafitti I from the rich and I gives to the needy Punks don't my steelo man I rock up a kilo My undrstanded zero plus i'm no super You say you want a revolution, well A young nigga sittin on ammo i'm rich The fallen strangled sev-er-al N-A-T-A-S got Fuck the radio and broadcast it Timothy Mcbay need to be wrapped in Shoot you in yo face for my mothafuckin day in my god damn tape deck
(chorus) I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you I'm for you
(verse 2) I'm the demon ever bless the microphone As i this curse, I watch ya brain burst It gets Nigga the fuck you thought For murder raps, writers never get caught Can't understand the spell i to the mass I make a nigga blast if i give 'em the task I got master in ya area And in america, i'm bringin the On night