From battling battilions, to battering bandits whyling
Off the head i'm focused a ferocious mc freestyling
No smiling, or else i'm applying the pliers
Do or die dialect, fire reigns from clavicle to burn empires
Your either hated, or admired murdered for a higher cause
my dire force to deadly to be squashed
i'm lost in the storm, distraught by these rappers born
Rather crush dat, than crank dat, toy solders get clapped
How a nigga go from being dope young, to being old wack??
Dis the ones who put you on, here's a rugged bitch-slap
Seen the cat acting all gung-ho, why he fronting for??
Got robbed on my block, for gp(general purposes) they ran that watch
Shit be real! I think not you ain't never bust shots
Used to be hot, face it you'll never be on top!
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Last edited by Mantra; 02-11-2008 at 12:06 PM.