Back in the spot-rusher, mass appeal fan, and mc crusher..
Fun-crusher plus, my company flow fatal like a caliber shot brain buster..
Gut ya like Cappa's line on Winter Warz, haterz dead em like dinosaurs..
we can compare wifeys, labs, and anything else to settle the score..
calm cat for sure, don't get twisted, i'm a hammer holder like Thor..
When i'm done bonning out, better believe the power-u's sore..
Or ripped out of place, invade my space, heat ignites outta waist..
It matches my pant size 38, to squash beef i won't hesitate..
One of us won't need a wake, some die over mis-takes..
Brothers and sisters come in different colors, ya own making u prey..
Defend myself like a mantis, if i'm in the can, or on the canvas..
Feds shook of this rap shit, big brother understands us..
That's why he kill us off, i'm from a tribe that's lost..
A maurader moving only at mid-night, giving the feds a holocaust..
and every traitors dying, bodies pressured from the iron..
Got rivals on the run like Forest, no saving you like Private Ryan..
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Last edited by Mantra; 09-06-2007 at 02:09 PM.