Reign of Terror in your area

Chorus:

Always in the game we never play,
Yeah we don't play,
We don't play around,

%#@!'s real but I'm only around.
(x2)


Verse 1 (Ryan Kelly):
Cause I - told my mom I had to get the $#&@ out,
And I - tucked the stuff under my dick and rebound,

-Ed, to the days watchin Ed n Eddy,
curry kickin back, turnin chickens n' the veggies.
Now I'm back home lightin bowls in a rove,

Spit like Hov, J-E I'm the damn pope,
Layin back blowin green, Holy Guacemole,
White smoke, Blowing O, I'm a G, By the OZ,

Sneakin windows, from the age of thirteen,
Just to spin it back on the damn 360.
I passed up on the life, Getting $#&@ed up every night,

Chillin $#&@in high cause I'm shy,
RK, some say, some call me Killah,
Kicking lines from my room in the $#&@in cellar,

To pay for a Big home,
and the Benz with the chrome,
No loans, silver gold,

Like I'm chillin in the North Pole,
In the Yukon till I get a,
(*##$ blowin me cause she think I'm Mac Miller,

Millions, of fans to fund my billions,
Who listen to me even if they don't dig the medium.
Killin thugs, while I'm %#@!tin on a beat,

A belly full of tums, tunes bumpin in the back seat.
Can't see me, at least you'll see me,
Chillin many days killin time in a G3,

Killin it like Wayne in the days of the Threepeat,
The new wave out with the old layin D-3, R2,
First place talkin first person like Doom,

Writin verses since my days swerving as a youth.
Seein through, weak rhymes,
I'm in the booth cussin lines and bustin nines.

I bust it back round like the wheels on the bus,
Shinin bright the stray diamond in the damn rough.


(Chorus)
I don't really care bout what you say,
Or what you don't say,

$#&@ it you can say it loud,
Even if you say it loud,
Don't matter you don't make a sound.

(x2)

Verse 2 (Bruce Li):

I go harder than the rest of em,
You hardly interesting,
I got bars that's why my reception excellent.

Raise bars, I'm flexing,
You lethargic resting,
Just started already one of the best of em.

Pull up at parties ain't even on the guest list,
But since I'm charming darling show me where the entrance is.
Getting festive, garlands round my neck,

Bacardi? No, atari cartridge instead.
The Charles to gnarls Barkley
Balling like crazy,

Rockin like Bambaataa in the eighties.
We spitting on the daily,
ain't %#@! that you gonna do that's going to amaze me,

Can you blame me when im amazing.
But you thinking you're the best as far as you know
Well listen to my %#@! and tell me something more factual,

I'll have you know I'm rapping so immaculate I'll lap you on the track you know I'm fast you slow your %#@! is $#&@in laughable.
Slice and dice the track explode, irrational as McEnroe
I'll rap until my gaskets blow and the $#&@ing casket close.

Reign of terror in your area bringing the $#&@ing ruckus,
Dropping the hammer nobody can touch us.
And I carved my new verse with a switchblade,
Heads turn every which way, looking out for the mixtape.
Yeah I said I carved my new verse with a switchblade,

Heads turn every which way, looking out for the mixtape,
Reign of Terror