Go Rambo

[Sampled Chorus]

I know a man who's always right

Says he's never wrong

But one day when he needed his strength

He found it all had gone

[Intro: Sean Price]

That's why I can't stand your ass now

P!

[Verse 1: Sean Price]

Uh, go Rambo

Four-four clap at them, open your toe sandals

Oh no, the African rap with the dope sample

I told y'all cats when I'm focused, your flow shambles, P!

I hit 'em harder with the large trey

Bullets small but forward Iguodala the Andre

Gun in my hand, the knife in the other

Whichever one of them strike, say good night to your lover

Lead pop, got mom dukes in a headlock

No exaggeration duke, I'm tight with your mother, P!

I don't listen to most rappers

Most rappers suck, fuck, Ruck is the toast clapper

Butter your bread, the gun to your head

I eat, shit, sleep, murder, gun in my bed, P!

Swing swords on the gunner pound

Sean is the king, the lord of the underground

Salute

Fuck outta here, P!

[Sampled Chorus]

I know a man who's always right

Says he's never wrong

But one day when he needed his strength

He found it all had gone

[Verse 2: Illa Ghee]

Pointing guns at my baby mother

It's all gravy, throw the 80 at my baby brother

Undiscovered, discuss gun squeezing, I hush hush the demons

I'm the definition and the meaning

On the scene, News 7, make reality dream wait

I make fatality scream hate, so hate and say no more

I'm spitting disrespectful from an ancient sword

I ex-a-sketch then I X you like the angel's hoard

When I rewind, see I seen it before

So decline like mine, put the nine on the floor

Peep in mind, I don't mind to put your mind on your door

Mano y mano, couldn't stop the reign with the poncho

Illa the animal, I'm straight from the Congo

Flow as a tornado and this cradle in the condo

Bottom line, sucker niggas, keep your distance

Like a chess game, Illa keep a angle like a bishop

Illa

[Sampled Chorus]

I know a man who's always right

Says he's never wrong

But one day when he needed his strength

He found it all had gone

[Verse 3: Head I.C.E.]

Mice say cheese, for the bread, it's all ground beef

He probably ran to police before he found me

Always swim with the sharks, well then I harpooned them

He ducked to water and swam, I got to part two 'em

With the fish full of scale, I got to cook something

Ill and Sean got a sale but it's a jooks coming

I'm too good for the streets, I got my bachelor's

I mean what's good with the beef, I got my spatula

Dead bodies tell tales and open cold cases

So put them back in the fridge 'cus just the toes gray

Bum, go Rambo

Tank and plane got tape on both handles, bao

Hit 'em from the land or above

I handle a grudge so bitch will put a hand in my tub

ICE, chill or be cold without a winter day

I kill stars at the end like the movie Grey

Wolf

[Sampled Chorus]

I know a man who's always right

Says he's never wrong

But one day when he needed his strength

He found it all had gone

[Production by Roc Marciano]