Hip hop is in the blood of the soldier, I told ya
Rip hot tracks till my spit boils over

Next best thing since platinum I wreck
I'm back like the monkey on Michael Jackson's back
In fact lethal dose in your tracks

You can't see me like a cataract, you don't attract a crowd
All my young bucks came to get down
Lose your mind and start a pit right now

Mother$#&@er get loud, ain't nobody gonna stop us now
They wanna take it but they don't know how
Let me tell you this is my world, my life

My stage, my mic, the southpaw's always ready to fight, a'ight?
Big Left, let's put the bull%#@! to rest
I'm one of the best loyal to my family crest

Man I swear to God I'll never let em take it
This rap %#@! is mine and you $#&@ers can't take it



Yo we only come out when the sun goes down
2004 time for the showdown

Pick your mics up and put your flows down
Rack your Krylon and bomb the whole town


Only come out when the sun goes down
2004 time for the showdown
Pick your mics up and put your flows down

Rack your Krylon and bomb your whole town



How can I spit? It's so much emotional pain
I'm broken, insane, vomit and I choke in the drain
A tale of a blood trail, insane

Finally you learn to love Hell, I roast in the flame
I'm closer to fame, I'm better than most in the game
Alive and breathing even though I'm supposed to be slain

One day I might snap and put the toast to my brain
I'm ghost, adios, I'm not supposed to be staying
Some more lightly, it's unlikely

There's a million MC's and you ain't never met one like me
Put me on another realm, tell em how I'm flipping it
Bring me to the mainstream, I wanna piss in it

So here's to peeing in pools and being a fool
Here's to every bartender keeping me in a stool
Here's to all the pretty women now who's leaving the?

And $#&@ you little !@$)gots saying we isn't cool





They never showed me no love so I ain't showing them %#@!

$#&@ you and the horse you rode in
Posing as if you're hard as?
You're folding under pressure, me and mine stay winning

We crack fools like cashews
Slap you so hard we rip off your tattoos
Bad news, $$#assin and good news

We hood dudes keeping the toasters and two-two's
handle that, can't talk %#@! and run from me
I snatch your Adam's Apple to watch you plummet on some dumb %#@!

Made a mistake now learn from it
Ain't no way %#@! don't stay gravy when the beef coming
I see sporadically, your whole style's !@$)goty

You're in the shower privately sucking @@#! in the county
It hurts, doesn't it? The truth's a mother, isn't it?
You ain't even gotta answer that, I'm convinced you're a (*##$

My existence is this, that of a street soldier
These speculations and miscommunications to catch a boulder
The power still, now how does it feel?

shower the real, now you a snail, deal
With the cruel and unusual leaving contusions in you
Got the coroner confused like what the $#&@ did he do