Post by Def Flow on Mar 13, 2008 5:26:40 GMT -5
I sit back relaxin now that the action is done/
Split ya six pack wit six claps and im havin some fun/
Crazed and im dope, get to takin ya notes/
Sway my blade and leave you laced from ya face to ya throat/
I let war shriek through the beats till they shatter the flow/
Light a flame in ya face and send you hazardous smoke/
Cloudy round ya head, and pourin waterfalls of blood/
A point blank shot, you look wonderful in mud/
Fists of flyin hatred, annihilatin when ya powers alert/
I let the earth be a dick to you so you can swallow the dirt/
A time of pain man, ya last hours'll hurt/
Devoured in power as you cowards get murked/
It took a pen, pad, and a bitch to make you/
A brutal motherfucker, ima finish ya game dude/
And i dont know you, so i cant say you turned on me/
But fuckin wit NMG you gettin burned homie/
And i aint gotta stand near you for you to feel my existance/
Im a lyrical sniper the way i kill from a distance/
I'll never listen to you, ill do what my hearts gotta/
Growin up in the game you could say you knew a Godfather/
I do it acapella, stockin hell wit lots of yellin/
Aint no tellin what im sellin in the cell wit locked up felons/
Ya words are against the, most murderous emcee/
Ya heard of NMG, we burnin till empty/
We stern and you learnin, you nervous and swervin/
Worshipin when we lurkin, cause yall scared to be hurtin/
It's a call of duty see, and im maulin ruthlessy/
For you, winnin's false but losin's the truth B/
Maim brains the same way i waste reigns/
Insane range, aim to fame, and leave ya game slain/
Make ya hate rain, when i drain chains/ {chain guns}
You walkin the main lane, when you talkin to maintain/
The same pain in which i became trained/
And you cant feign, this campaign, in this plain/
Cause im a bane that causes the game change/
When i misplace six hates, in a matter of mix tapes/
Go ahead dawg, get all sattled and strapped/
Ya battlin's wack, my slugs rattle ya back/
Im lost in a winter, where im sort of unfinished/
In an order of business, just walkin wit sinners/
War is a plant in which we water defenses/
And ya losses offendin ya course of religion/
Have ya thoughts get diminshed, dawg you crossin a menace/
Get ya killed just for fuckin talkin in minutes/
You were born wit the quitters, then tossed wit the winners/
Where my mortars a wicked, fuckin force from a distance/
Im wild, insane man, and while you fakin/
I laugh at you bitches as ya "styles" is "fadin"/
Split ya six pack wit six claps and im havin some fun/
Crazed and im dope, get to takin ya notes/
Sway my blade and leave you laced from ya face to ya throat/
I let war shriek through the beats till they shatter the flow/
Light a flame in ya face and send you hazardous smoke/
Cloudy round ya head, and pourin waterfalls of blood/
A point blank shot, you look wonderful in mud/
Fists of flyin hatred, annihilatin when ya powers alert/
I let the earth be a dick to you so you can swallow the dirt/
A time of pain man, ya last hours'll hurt/
Devoured in power as you cowards get murked/
It took a pen, pad, and a bitch to make you/
A brutal motherfucker, ima finish ya game dude/
And i dont know you, so i cant say you turned on me/
But fuckin wit NMG you gettin burned homie/
And i aint gotta stand near you for you to feel my existance/
Im a lyrical sniper the way i kill from a distance/
I'll never listen to you, ill do what my hearts gotta/
Growin up in the game you could say you knew a Godfather/
I do it acapella, stockin hell wit lots of yellin/
Aint no tellin what im sellin in the cell wit locked up felons/
Ya words are against the, most murderous emcee/
Ya heard of NMG, we burnin till empty/
We stern and you learnin, you nervous and swervin/
Worshipin when we lurkin, cause yall scared to be hurtin/
It's a call of duty see, and im maulin ruthlessy/
For you, winnin's false but losin's the truth B/
Maim brains the same way i waste reigns/
Insane range, aim to fame, and leave ya game slain/
Make ya hate rain, when i drain chains/ {chain guns}
You walkin the main lane, when you talkin to maintain/
The same pain in which i became trained/
And you cant feign, this campaign, in this plain/
Cause im a bane that causes the game change/
When i misplace six hates, in a matter of mix tapes/
Go ahead dawg, get all sattled and strapped/
Ya battlin's wack, my slugs rattle ya back/
Im lost in a winter, where im sort of unfinished/
In an order of business, just walkin wit sinners/
War is a plant in which we water defenses/
And ya losses offendin ya course of religion/
Have ya thoughts get diminshed, dawg you crossin a menace/
Get ya killed just for fuckin talkin in minutes/
You were born wit the quitters, then tossed wit the winners/
Where my mortars a wicked, fuckin force from a distance/
Im wild, insane man, and while you fakin/
I laugh at you bitches as ya "styles" is "fadin"/
