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"Killer Instinct" is a track by Jay Electronica, from the album The Awakening, released 2000. Full lyrics are available below.
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Verse 1 Look look Warlock, respect my shit, I let em know nigga ?me H2O? Niggas scared of no nigga Ever felt the Franklin shit on your neck? That's me Got the first of the sixth sense besides that no sense Rods pick niggas off, I blast in your faces Up close in public places, my AK ain't racist I've been about this shit since I was 12 years old Been 'bout my paper, since my last three capers (uh-huh) Some of you nigga's hoes dressed in soldier clothes Disgracing your block, and all you never shot a Glock before That shit's got to stop I ought to take you to the spot, where real niggas bust hearts and Glocks like heroin shots Hook Warlocks Born at the witching hour equipped with the first power Don Dada of the first and last hour I rebuke sorry MCs cast they Mics out Whether gats or raps I put your lights out Bridge High tech Mic abuse with the fuse lit I run through crews quick and use music to prevail It’s the return home New Orleans foundation Brooklyn the fortress Take no losses just win and mega-ends dividends Big body Benzes what we came for knowledge is what we aim for Then understandin Build a castle in this rap game then bring my mans in To my hardcore slum cats hooded up like clansmen From 3rd ward to Tasker we Lord and Master Illadel (P-lon (?)) exile infadels we bomb We strong arm leg leg arm head honcho Make moves and skate like Juice in the Bronco Build, elevate and expand sit with communist N***az got John Blaze shit but my shit’s the Johnnyest Black germ dominant prominent scientist My styles are technical like Jet Li using the Lion Fist You lost once I spit the sick shit, lyrically gifted My tongue is like the cold barrel my brain’s the biscuit Don’t get it twisted, I’m from the south black seriously doubt that You wanna go to war with a soldier because we ‘bout that So don’t go there, headed for nowhere, we wild like it’s no courts No judge no police and no mayor 3rd ward is third world, revolution in the bricks Soldiers in fatigues we come equipped, that’s it Verse 3 I'm a Fidel Castro like nigga Saddam blood type O nigga Keeps a hollow hiding for your body Got more niggas standing behind me than the Senate And if they all left this minute, fuck 'em fight to the finish If I ever said anything offending y'all, I meant it You eat me? That's big beef, nigga, Jump off in it I might not even win it, but you gon feel me today You see that vest don't mean shit, cause I'm aiming for neck Gaining my stripes off your clique, how many dies? 3+4 equal to seven multiple it times 5 Can't let you niggas murder me, I gots to survive My son gots to see me every time I open my eyes Warlock, I bes deadly like African bees One time ?money? Second c'est la vie Street jacka get too close, feeling my glow I'll get your first mind whispering "dawg we gots to go" But you hardheaded, you know how that story goes Body found, John Doe, no money, no clothes ?bh2o Dawg jacking they nerves? They must have thought we were nervous who didn't mind they cuss words They know now, first one talked up got chalked up Last thing he heard was (?"What now? And pluck pluck?) Where your rhymes at? Guess they was nothing but ducks Talking too much quack smack with no gats and no guts [Chorus - throughout] So, que te pasa? Representando por la raza Niggas wanna step but they legs is too short to salsa You got courage I'll blast it out ya Seriously doubt ya Spit til ya blueprint is ripped, then re-route ya
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