Blast Another Missile

What up renzo

What up leon

What up breack neck

what up opio

What up kizzo how ya been?

This goes out to you my friend

We been up in the lab assembling

I was gonna send you things for remembering

Hate my lifestyle nowadays

I'm in a zombie mindstate going crazy

I know I'm lazy ?I know it's hazy?

?Going loco? like driving around with miss Daisy

I wanna pass out

Even thinking about taking my life while I'm takin the trash out

Because I'm depressed like constantly

It's like coo-coo's nest funk factory

But I got people looking out for me

People who are loyal to the cause and would kill and die for me

And I'd do the same for them of course

It's Darkside Of The Motherfucking Force!

It's been a long time but we grew up

Now breack neck's in the lab doing new cuts

He's a father now

Just like myself and I'm pulling it through someway, somehow

But It's all good, there's no stress man

What you hearing is the words of a blessed man

Shook the load off, got it off my chest man

But I can't rest 'till the vinyl's pressed man

I stand firm cause I gotta'

I knew I had to get a grip and act proper

Been in and out of jail, I don't wanna go back

But if you giving me threats I'm gonna drop ya

But still I gotta watch my step

Because I lose control when my temper sets

And my family is all I got

And I'm all they got

So I give work a shot instead

Lay the stress to rest and move ahead

No rehab for the buddah heads

We in the groove instead

Continue to shine

Dedicated to kizzo, the beat and the rhyme what!

I think it's rolling now

Blast another missile, blast another missile, blast another missile

Combat Rock is in the place to be

We navigate the mothership to the highest degree

Mister K-I-Z is still down with the D

So all you sucker MC's just let it be!