Killer Instinct

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