[Verse One]
I want crew's participation
In the strangulation of a nation
Concentrate and make fire stations die of smoke inhalation
A confrontation with more organization is complication
You better start looking for some new occupation
I slip the Reeboks on my feet and hit the street
You want beef, the top of your physique will hit the concrete
I rap like Iraq and bomb like Saddam
Rock a spot on your block that your clique's clocking on
A lot of little brains and names are flaming out the middle
So if wack attracts fire you're a heat seeking missile
A pillow cushion on your face and now your souls in control
Ate your soul, watch me put holes in your South Pole
I fill up coffins every so often
I wanna go to Heaven but Hell's closer and I hate walking
So M double I.L.K. will represent
The hip hop is hotter than sex inside a leather tent
[Hook] {x2}
"We were beginners in the hood, and my mentality is, keeping it real, packing steal, getting high" - AZ 'Life's A Bitch'
"High like an eagle" - Seal
[Verse Two]
I'm comfy cozy more Pussycats than Josie
White man on stepping on Ini Kamoze jumping rosey
40 below South Pole's and nine millis
On a cold corner looking silly like Chilly Willy puffing on Phillies
So breaker 1-9, break it down
I get rugged as a rapist in a naked ass town
Now set it off, breaking down doors, know we're knocking
Chop off your head and sent your neck shoulder shopping
And for beginner wanna tried to the winner
I'ma make Jeffery Dahlmer take your mama out to dinner
I turn your posse to a pretzel and make ends meet
You're good as a crossing guard on a dead end street
So fuck everybody who don't walk a hot block
With your Glock's cocked out to pop cops, knicky knock knock
We at the hip hop chop shop ready to stop crops from growing
I'm flowing, showing more stars than Rock N Jock
[Hook]
[Verse Three]
Now everybody knows I do more dirt than shovels
Psychotic skills leaving puddles
Of everything from muscles to knuckles
I claim pain, razor blade rain hitting your brain
And now we harder than sniffing frozen cocaine
You rapping robots are liars
I'll take the hot pliers out the fire
Stick 'em and pull out the wack wire
See the perception I be stressing is protection
I'm so bad I make girls vaginal section get erection
With perfection, you wanna race me than chase me
Your punk ass crews couldn't face me if ya maced me
So back up and let me move, I got a bloody point to prove
On a violent vibe and ready to groove
I'll do the dirty deeds and kill thirty thieves
Heard the others came back when your boys heard me leave
Now I read the law, break it down, either or
On the real, shining steal, keep it real, keep it raw
[Hook]
