Tombstone Pt. 2

[Inspectah Deck]

Still running your mouth, gun in your mouth, why you wanna start shit?

With the hardest known, bad to the bone, fuck shit up regardless

Modern day martyr, larger than your dollar bill

Numerous groups are faded, the die hards holla still

Killa Killa Hill, still build and destroy the track

Deal is the boy is back, ya'll killing the thrill

I deal in the field, walk my talk, talk revealing the real

I do it for the spoken heard, those who feel what I feel

And I won't let up the pressure, til the pipes bust, the mic's dust

Strike up the cash, man, I catch you when my flight touch

And don't play with the king, and don't play in the ring

The body shot's brutal, leave you layed in a sling

Now get your tombstone, before you're moved on

Before your bird get distracted by the blue stone

Son is a beast, come from the east, the mogul keeps it global

Mountain mover, pounds of buddah, serving the streets the soul food

Many'll call, few are chosen, few are hoping, few opposing

Dude was joking til the ruger smoked him, exposed him

It's more than a game, cats who hate rap, calling my name

For that morphine flow, break a needle off in your vein