[Chorus: Whether eyes closed or fold (HANDS TIED) Who's man to brawl and roll (LET'S RIDE) That's how done, you can run (RUN) run (CAN'T HIDE) We keep our pyros tight, ain't right? (THAT'S RIGHT)
[Verse Jise One] I seek the that shall inherit the surrogate means of life intermedial, slice words, sell it for half trife Price sell out yourself that ain't nice (get here) Shiest heads, get on your knees! Roll over like you dice my words, saddle my conscience It's the hell with peasants Tenants of board games and beast incentives Relative to the of my hand Stripping my face with meat bleeding to death in war stance We hangman! (Hotdamn!) We soldiers to spittin these street anthems niggas to tantrums We baggy denim to fashion, band niggas to Samsung Live ass niggas who ring but run Somebody's son that die young himself "dunn"
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[Verse Two: Illimination of your whole next Cover your earth span in a deep and took three steps One son in awe what his man saw He "Q-Unique, but it was like morphed into gigantor" Crowds like enquirin minds to panelist Pen scribblin with more thoughts than analysts hand suspects check for a clear coast I've influenced an movement like Pedro Albizu Campos Except to connect and to the next sector Take the light, you shine and spit it like a bike reflector with the word, observe the hidden type phenomenom Plaque playas of the dark age with they designer on
[Verse Three: Boogie] Wondering it was, left no fingers- and footprints An intelligent mind, clever, how this crook thinks but crook is a bad word, I'm raising and illin Doing my people favors and savin lives by Consider me hero, my resume is jam pack Startin a war, you stand up or stand back This man's wack, out of his crane, just do what he to do want to see him hurtin or killin the rest of you I'm a psychopath, sickest of the bomb, ready to blast, dirty man cleanin the trash but don't get it twisted, I'm only after a certain 'cause what I'm talkin about y'all, is MCs
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