(feat. Mahasin)

Peace

Here to explain to you 25 to life
It's not no criminal %#@!
But then again it is

It's some lyrical %#@!
From the abyss


[VERSE 1: Saafir]
What else am I to do, I'm not seein no more
Revenue, I try to detach myself from life

So catastrophies never grace my path
I couldn't never play (what?) the part, so I started
With heartmarkers never mark me

I never crossed the Parker's Brothers path
The absent minded applicant denied
See, these rhymes are designed to stretch the skin

Anticipation of the Junction
Jerkin your $$# into a ??? worker answer to fly by night
Vision emulates precision

A trait for greatness related to liquidation of the character
When animation consumes your whole conversation like vapor
I'ma mangle that $$# like a acre, I'm a get-paider

You're on my land, my ancestor's mindstate
Make platinum in the ears of a large resident
I be in charge of the canibal's canabis

Where hot %#@!, ain't no fannin this, when I write it's 25 to life

[Havoc] (For every rhyme I write it's 25 to life)


[Saafir]
25 to life

It's a mindstate, straight up and down
Stay hard
In your foundation keep mobbin

Youknowmsayin?
Don't slip like these gased at paid ^!$$%s


[VERSE 2: Mahasin]
I get a strike every time I touch the mic
Marks got a bounty on my head from scripts read

Mahasin lyric $$#assin leave yo $$# for dead
You have no stamina, amateur
And don't know my caliber

I make the party say ho at the show
From the verbal calico with nuff ammo
Quick to clown these tricks and these broads

Cause they rhymes ain't hard
Wack MC walk away scarred
Cause they didn't know what they was in fo'

Didn't have the proper info
I'm an underground soldier savage on the rhyme
And I'm goin for mine, can't knock it

Dare not try to stop it
Can't get with the sick %#@! that I spit
I ain't yo punk (*##$

You have no stash, so how can you profit?
Rob you of your props, run, get the cops
But I'll disappear into thin air

Make your life a misdemeanor
Know what I mean, huh?
Crime scene clean smooth getaway


[Saafir]
Youknowmsayin?

Non-detectable
Can't be seen
But we the usual suspectuals

Yaknawmsayin?
You can find us
All you gotta do is look baby

Peep

[VERSE 3: Saafir]

Mentally I'm here, Saafir is focused like Minolta
Yoko Ono couldn't sow no linen like this
I'm on the john %#@!tin these writtens
Lickin my fingers like a banker
Swingin it like a shanker

Paint a picture like a Van Gogh
Flow faster than a locomotive
I bounced a hoe as sho' as holdin my balls like boulders
Bustin shots through the holster
A quarter century

To life means describin the lyrical pimp in me ((*##$)
When I write for the likes of criminals at night
Striking through the night for life

Junction riders

Puttin it down
H.J.'s
Deflectin these hate rays
Knowmsayin?
From '98 to whatever

That's how it goes down
West Oakland solider
Biatch