Land of tha Lost

[Verse 1: Tha God Fahim] Uh Live for the war and die for the peace A product of the streets so I ride with the piece Seems ain't no way out of this hell, I gotta live it I gotta be me, I can never lie to kick it Niggas getting Earth'd every week, it's getting normal Survival in these bloody streets while tryna keep it cordial It's a full-time job not to finger-fuck the Nina Tied in with the mobs, different frequencies and demeamor Staying on my job, ain't being lost with the ligner Five series Bimmer, I'm pulling off with the steamer Facts, fuck a rap junkie taking them naps Every glitter ain't gold, I'm rocking gold to the max Niggas ain't playing, niggas slaying over dollars Greasy thumb goblins, jacking to cause problems Laws getting laid in the land of the lost Mid-fall, niggas paying costs for results Ain't shit soft, in the chamber where our whole life revolve Russian roulette and any time you can lose it all Mid-fall and any time you can lose it all Until then I got a 99 overall [Verse 2: Left Lane Didon] Peep Me and you? we don't look alike, I got hood stripes By the book crook type, you look twice Niggas hooking like the rook and the knight, snatching pieces off the board You need some more, cook it with ice Shit I stood in the light, but I took it as night I ship good on the flight, nigga book it tonight; I'm here We can act on the score but talk soft Niggas came from hard knocks, don't bang on the door I hear you little niggas asking for war, until I pass caps galore When I back forth, hat on the floor Yo, let the static be clear, manic banging Now you graduating, cap in the air for acting weird I ain't married to these streets, but we have an affair I ain't scary with the heat, I get a masterful sear Shit I had it prepared, teach a class Nigga you ain't gotta ask if I'm back in my chair [Verse 3: Jay NiCE] Ayo Aiming at your Adam's apple, it's FLAiR, got these rappers scared Forgot you even had a career, I'm out the stratosphere Watch me run, passing my tier, get you drugged bad like it's dared 'Cause the truth is I've had it to here, yeah And when they stack a pair, man the distance is quite offensive New Jack: NiCE Edition, I'm spinning like Michael Bivins Not the type to get dramatic with image, that's hype for gimmicks I write an instant classic, the penmanship like olympics Catch you at KFC, make you bite the biscuit The pump gets to squeezing on your arms like I'm checking for hypertension Shit is frightening, isn't it? NiCE be spitting vital venom Rocking Ferraga' biker denim, this Dump Life expensive A tight business, I strike systems, my modest operandi different Youngin' with OG mannerisms The black Santa's gifted Where you stay? I'll come with three hitters and make it rain there Donald, Dancer, Blitzer Nigga [Outro: Jay NiCE] Dump Life Dumpin'