作词 : Cassidy, Reed, Ross, Smith
Yeah, yeah yo
I'm like a whirlwind spinnin wit words of wisdom
In the ghetto only promised a hearse and system
We complete like the solar system
Play your space,
I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat breaks
Everyday be a court date recorded on tape
Hell Raizah grab the mic and send your show to a wake
Cut off a snakehead the same way
I cut off dead weight
We negotiate wit .38's in a ?nor? face
GZA came wit the
Liquid Swords killin you all
I'm the virus in the street that'll get in your paws
See me jumpin outta four-doors wit my road dogs
All you soldiers want wars when you don't know laws
You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of
Billboard
Besides keyboards, only thing
I love is the
Lord G-G Maccabee,
K-P-P rapidly
Aiyyo Prodical, ****** is charged wit blasphemy
Chorus [Hell Razah]
AND ALL TH
AT HARD RO
CK **** (charged wit blasphemy)
AND IF YOU'
RE FEELIN
LIKE AN EN
EMY (come after me) [Killah Priest]
I heard the sweet words from sour tongues
Vent poison in the ears of the ?grown-z's? dead head for years
Shed a tear for the underwear under the stairs
Left naked in the shame from hunger and fear
Shots were fired in the darkest moments
****** missed they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit
Sacreligious, days of atonement
Sing a praise wit a peace pipe for ******
I zone wit
Priest I blow bread amongst twelve thugs
Drunk a cup of blood
We trained the same time
Peter sprayed a slug
We all trapped in this dream scared to wake up
I seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture
Streets are filled wit goons and bloody ******
I seen my friend fall, clutchin holdin his stomach
Caught him off-guard, foldin his hundred
It's like a life never ends, never know when it's comin [Trigga]
Vocal imbalance, a code of silence converses violent
Live from medalion, ?nometry? dealin equality
You could stop to see profiles of me
Mic styles of me, lifestyles of me
Parallel prophecy, three-sixty degree
Complete the formation, salute the salvation
A Wu nation, do the knowledge no hatin
No misbehavin, lyrical affiliation
Artist in occupation together maintainin
Brain stainin, metaphor mutilatin
This generation, a misleading calculation
No elevation, time wastin and live chasin [Prodigal Sun]
A day and night crime scene, livin in the time machine
Blaze a lime green, six on the spleen over some green
Surrounded by crooks, a life wit jux and bloody heist
It's a deadly price but the gun fiend for ice price
In this hell puzzle filled wit *******, money and trouble
Stitches, for dummy knuckles crummy ****** up the hustle
It's a struggle, in jungle wit sin we fondle men
Plus a prison, ain't no division and no religion
And inner city chronicle, thugs get caught up astronomical
Cash phenomenal, blast at your abdominal
****** is comical, ****** wit the abominal
Son, I promise you, you won't live to see tomorrow
Catch a slug in the back of your head at the
Apollo I'm a hard act to follow, rugged
Smith like
Rollo (Let's mark that ass *****)
Chorus 3x

编辑于2023/05/11更新