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Let it be known from the gate yo I ain't cut no coke

Don't let me hear that in your raps or ima cut ya'll throat

Throw your sham in the air while I puff my smoke

Green bottles red sauce till im numb and broke

See these bucks in the street, im the one they quote

And got 'em stuck to this beat from the stuff I wrote

Dedicated to those who let they rusto glow

Lyrics husky on the track and let they muscles show

And if you can't rock a problem its a must ya'll go

When niggas talk a lot of rap but can't conduct no flow

And ya'll could give me any beat and I'll spit regardless

7L scratch it up, till his mitts is claw less

Dont invite us to the lab, if it ain't fit in our list

Cause my dogs spit out sounds till they lips is jaw less

Ya'll in the killer fields when its time for harvest

Step into these vets when ya'll cats is novice

Ya'll never been to war dont even know what Nam is

Until I spit from the trees, and close your coffins

Where my niggas on the streets at?

Where the money at? We need that

Where the mics? Where the techniques at? We need that

Running underground music we eat that

This year were bringing beef off the meat rack

I am a menace to microphones murdering your militia

I manufacture move, I creep like Caterpillars

Shattering niggas, Transform into bad gorillas

Lyrics will burn stages ya'll all fags we killers

Space rebel, im above you like eight levels

Bass and treble extinguishes brains and breaks metal

I slay devils, Planetary the Apostle

Known to leave bodies my vocabulary hostile

Mercenary with a third optical lens

Underground street serpent, put a stop to your trend

Blocking your men from making any move

Heavy twos, every jewel Resurrects now my legacy cruise

A loan shark, I lend out cash ya'll bones part

With neon nikes you see me in the zone dark

We own hearts, fight phantoms I'm like cannons

I am a cannibal spitting a ghetto anthem

151 one sip will make a nigga flip

Must have been puerto rican rum

Ayo we been bad since the days of LL and Sinbad

Now take a fifth to the chest like McNabb

My clique stabs this body blows and quick jabs

Scorching I be royal the pot ya'll stiff drabs

I shift past your whole regime with this trash

Unadulterated it obscene I spit glass

Sick grammar Ya'll be killing your road manager

Flowerful force killing 57 passengers

Dr. Banner incredible Hulk I mistake Bannisters

Whether they spray hammers, or spray paint canisters

Man from the dead and this ain't no Saint Lazarus

Never speaking after this, I hate amateurs

If you hate Scavengers raw hate I'm space after this

I will annihilate and blaze you fake activists

I'm too treacherous, bruise ya'll crews next to us

Coming for the world

Where my niggas on the streets at?

Where the money at? We need that

Where the mics? Where the techniques at? We need that

Running underground music we eat that

This year were bringing beef off the meat rack