^^niiice...but you always be droppin' some sick shit $in!
hurl havoc it's tragic how like magic your stock plummet
when i come up with savage styles that wolves can run with
above average my summit shadow over what you covet
split ya cabbage and feed my dogs who i know will love it
you can't escape the classic capers that spread like the vapors
aim is insane like Bruce Wayne atop of skyscapers
boys wonders what's cause for all the of thunder
it's just the God when he cops a squat and does a number
reign on your charade and tell you it's lemonade
shade the light you made because it's dims to what's behind my fade
kangol fin who wanna swim with the slick killer
who got a whale of tales sick like Rick...naw iller.
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)