Go For Mine (feat. Mad Child & Kutfather)

[talking: kutfather]

Yeah, from the top..i dont think they know

But as if you didnt know by now

Ill brothers, swollen members, (buc fifty),t2b fam

It never stop...too many ducks in the game now

Its about...time we evaporate all you muh'fuckers for real

No doubt, we live to spit the real (yeah) we live to spit the real (uh)

[kutfather]

Line fanatic

Attack rhymes leave damaging foes

Who appose kutfather

Couldn't manage to erase me out the game

Southeast 6-1-9 battle veteran

Into competition i

Victimize verb spray, ghetto wordplay

Take shit back to the days of k-day

Ready rock, babylonga chest non-stop

World domination fuck curves serve ya' block

South pacific, scientific cause panic

Spittin' lines to rep for the flaw see eyed planet

Ya homosexual rap cats can scratch that

Gun play for gays fake thugs fake ways

Thoughts are generated never scared to start spittin'

Dont hear nothing but the music im slippin'

Ill brothers..ever evolving ducks fallin'

Into rhyme relapse these rugged tracks

Mad child (blaze) spittin real pine chalk

In memory of rob one cuz he cant be stopped

[chorus: scratched]

[mad child]

Swingin' the axe

Bringin the pain while i'm bringing the facts

Keep climbing cuz i'm working while these others relax

Rippin' tracks with kutfather no bother half steppin'

Mad child and buc fifty thats 3 deadly weapons

Reppin' the west

Staple a maple leaf to my chest

Thats 16 bars between stars and stripes

Used to go to malls and fight

Now i stay up all night

Thinking...mapping out my future cuz my families tight

We keep it thorough

I get inside ya head just like a neuro-surgeon

There's some my origin it's discouragin

No fadin' this canadian hurricane

Keep flourishin' doubt this how's this?

I put my money where my mouth is

Jobs for north and south

You dont know nothing about this

Partners starting to label

Label the rock for the unstable

Terrifying talents

Of the mentally unbalanced

King of skull-crushing confusion

That welcomes any challenge

[chorus]

[buc fifty]

I can handcuff lightning throw thunder in jail

Hold tornadoes in the palm of both hands without bail

For fade-away diggin bomb...i am phenomo-nail

If i layed on train tracks i'd make that shit da-rail

Hold still i'm so ill i make medicine sick

Killa bricks so my head split while i'm playing with this

Stylin' till i'm ill i'm good and well done with it

You a broke wrist rapper with a full flavor pack of

Jimmy on the breath sugar footed crew dat back ya'

Gimme a reason to step up to ya fools and jack-jackas

Backpackas out-ac-actors that can stacksa casual factors

While i keep ya whack whackers