Shedding paragraphed tears from the ears
Heard through the speakers makes ya weaker
See I be the realist of the dons last of the Mohicans
Yeah and still searching for a record deal?
Naw I'll stick to the street appeal code of the real
Nine goes to the grill of an adversary who thrills
In this game it's **** or be killed unplanned wills
Its hard to breath when ya fish gills got blood spills
My aim is to a trill ain't having no
bills
My tracks lay massacre worse than the
Beginning of
America expeditions foes still
wishin'
As I'm dishin' out the hardest rhymes crime
Made easily once the microphone receives me