[Talking]

Yo you dealin' wid militant goons ya know what I'm sayin?

Necro on the track, peace and love to BK

Far Rock, drop it



[Verse 1]

I stash concealables under my underables, fuck them other crews

I got a hundred goons bustin' you wid puncture wounds

Nothin' but rage, nineteen ninety nine the world change

Now it seem, the devil leaves the righteous man slain

with the brain function, weak and callin'

Reproduction, revolution, assassination, execution, collision

It's best to find my religious credential politicians

Devil's decisions populate prisons

Resistin' arrest, officer investigate my place

Industrial strength flashlight, bash me in my face

These police they, motivate, drug market maneuvers

Gat shooters, visionary military computer operation specialist

My intelligence breeds benevolence

Subtract infested cam of the inheritence

No evidence, gunshots like three blast

Dippin' out the back wid the jet black ski mask

Can't indentify, who he?, you can't see

Jumble the visibility, we camouflage to crimes be

My mind be, venturin' into territories

Eighteen hundred and twenty five days end of story



Hook:

Everywhere I go 5-0 wanna follow

Everytime I flow it's like there's no tomorrow

I can bring happiness or I can bring sorrow

You don't wanna mess around there's no tomorrow

(2x)



*scratching of* "Nah kid" "It's only a matter of time"



[Verse 2]

It's Abraham baggin' grams on a beach in France

Militia dancer my Tony Sicero stance exaggerated

And overblow grimace like the technique of Sugar Ray's left hook

born to menace, my hop wid Christ, bootless bandits on the streets

Bless beats wid treats strictly grimey, for a