[Verse 1:] Name a rapper that could lift up the mic stand Not say a word and get applause with no mic in his hand But a knife in his pants I'm a vigilante Used to be in Honda Civics with my niggas antsy Hats backhandy with the system quaking Philly fitted, black gloves like a first baseman Every verse shake them now they nervous twitching Didn't know my simple words burned your nervous system You a murder victim, I'm paying the hitman I'm with Banish and they vanish when the flames hit them I'm so sick man I can't get prescriptions They kick me out of hospitals cause I'm so addicted The oxycontin of a cocky doctrine Enlighten the crowd, a lyrical tsunami plotting Army Of The Pharaoh frontline I'm up front cause I'm so clutch when it's crunchtime [Chorus:] Let the madness begin If you ain't the shit you better dip You better take off before I break off Let the madness begin, I'm tapping your chin I'll rip your face off like I'm Nicolas Cage Wanna face off? I just send you to the lord Rapping with me is like kissing a bus Man you get fucked up and all bashed up [Verse 2:] Came a long way thinking what the strong say Our way killer we feel it after a long day Song stay stuck in your head like a fallacy My team on the buck with a puff of the wild green Style breed change but we out for the paper stacks Take you back [?] where we lay you flat Slay a track easy, believe me we gonna mash it quick Banish, Planet, Crypt turn your weak little plan into shit Damage your bitch and it ain't nothing personal Flipped her in ten positions, show her that I'm versatile Hurts to feel stupid, you fuckers getting the worst pain First lane moving is losing I got a cursed brain Insane God's fury take the world along Couldn't answer questions, the bullets flew, you dead wrong Head strong like my mind's been hitting the juice Get truth when I tell you that you'll be visiting Proof [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Yo it's Outerspace and we back in the building Lick shots in the air till it's collapsing the ceiling Faggots like you got the nerve to catch feelings Cause our shit bang louder and we be top billing We be top villains, my team we block killing Praying on my downfall can't see me rock millions Plan is chilling, Crypt is chilling Banish will pull the ratchet and smack you little children [?] your third eye blind Going in front like you ain't heard I rhyme I'm violent by design, rhymes are x-rated Clip's extra long continue to just spray shit Y'all real errors continue to say gay shit I'm a savage, blood and guts over the pavement Body anybody if it's over a payment These word arrangements leave me guilty at my arraignment Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com