[Chorus: Whether eyes closed or blind (HANDS TIED) Who's man enough to brawl and (LET'S RIDE) That's how done, you can run (RUN) run (CAN'T HIDE) We keep our pyros tight, ain't that (THAT'S RIGHT)
[Verse One: Jise I seek the meek that inherit the surrogate means of life Degenerate intermedial, slice words, sell it for trife sell out yourself that ain't nice (get outta here) Shiest heads, get on your knees! over like you were dice Splice my words, my conscience It's rich the with peasants Tenants of apprehensive board and beast incentives Relative to the of my hand Stripping my face mash with bleeding to death in war stance We hangman! (Hotdamn!) We soldiers to phantoms spittin these anthems Quiet to tantrums We baggy denim to fashion, live niggas to Samsung ass niggas who ring but then run Somebody's son that die callin himself "dunn"
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Two: Q-Unique] Illimination of your whole generation Cover earth span in a deep breath and took three easy One son in awe questionin his man saw He explained; "Q-Unique, but it was like morphed gigantor" Crowds like enquirin minds to panelist Pen with more thoughts than psycho analysts Under hand suspects check for a clear I've influenced an independent movement like Pedro Albizu Except to connect and lift to the next Take the light, you shine and spit it back like a bike Move with the word, the hidden type phenomenom Plaque playas of the dark age with designer armor on
[Verse Swel Boogie] murder it was, left no fingers- and footprints An intelligent mind, clever, how ever this crook but crook is a bad word, I'm raising knives and my people favors and savin lives by killin Consider me hero, my body resume is jam a war, you either stand up or stand back This wack, out of his crane, just do what he says to do Don't want to see him hurtin or killin the of you I'm a psychopath, of the psychopaths Tickin bomb, ready to blast, dirty man the trash but don't get it twisted, I'm only a certain desease 'cause I'm talkin about y'all, is hurtin MCs
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