[Part Two]



[Malik B]

It' the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an'

Yo yo, it's the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo

When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss

Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss

Toxic words that spill over pages, for ages

Impacts like M-16's to twelve gauges

The rage is still in me, never act too friendly

Scully down creepin while you tilted off Henny

Many man begin pure but in this world of sin your

Holdin tight my mor-al by in-jure

We scramble, because this game life is the gamble

Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain

Invade your brain wit the collision causing division

Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons

Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons

Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons

My religion is a way of life, but the trife replays

Cuz niggaz actin shiest these days

Wagin wars, usin dynamics cuz I'ma slam it

You talkin all this out out your mouth, you satanic

Roam the planet, always takin bullshit for granted

Just a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it

You told to sit back, stand still and chill

Niggaz bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill

Wit a sour-ass taste smilin up in your face

I'm like trust, never leavin no trial or no trace

Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the discipline

Twenty-five years of my life I learned to ?miss amend?

Peep the structure of a whole empire

Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya

Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a fire

Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire *echoes*