Well I guess it's
On me, when they ask for the crack on the track, I'm what's happening
Even though I been wack with that slacking, but I'm bringing it back while attacking
That's how I get down, I doubt I'll fit now, with all these daughter-bound lames
I'm the fire that sticks out, while in this watered down game
I've been in it for more than minutes
And I'm sure that the boredom brings it
The will to spill the kill for the witness
When I get up on a track, it's a wrap, and that's that, the fact is abstract, attack the black mag of rap
But, I'll be gunning this range, yeah, I'm running with flames, but I bring a little more than fitness
But of course, they get this, fast forward it, sifted through which had more than lyrics
Regressed to the rich and worthless from poor and gifted
Distorted? is it? These chumps are buying douches
Paying to get played, I think I can place them between these whores and bitches
And what are we on? some catch 'em out there hiding, crying
Put the shame to their face and ask them if they take pride in dying
It don't take the coldest guys to roll them dice
Taking a shot in the dark, who brings the fire, they screaming demon like "O N I"
Of course, we give it to Checka, he's in to win it
Killed this album in a DAY, but I killed this track in a MINUTE
And like 5 seconds, I reckon it's time to get my brethren
As high as Otitis and I by fighting by my beckon
I tried to keep them alive, I sympathized
But the lies, cries, and spies spell demise
So what's the prize, another life
I abide by my knife 'til it dies
Why stress it, though?
My blade's tasted at least 15, I'm light-weight professional
At my rate, I'm blessing O and Checka for the fire they've given
For my redemption, I'm inspired by spittin'
It's Modern Warfare
On me, when they ask for the crack on the track, I'm what's happening
Even though I been wack with that slacking, but I'm bringing it back while attacking
That's how I get down, I doubt I'll fit now, with all these daughter-bound lames
I'm the fire that sticks out, while in this watered down game
I've been in it for more than minutes
And I'm sure that the boredom brings it
The will to spill the kill for the witness
When I get up on a track, it's a wrap, and that's that, the fact is abstract, attack the black mag of rap
But, I'll be gunning this range, yeah, I'm running with flames, but I bring a little more than fitness
But of course, they get this, fast forward it, sifted through which had more than lyrics
Regressed to the rich and worthless from poor and gifted
Distorted? is it? These chumps are buying douches
Paying to get played, I think I can place them between these whores and bitches
And what are we on? some catch 'em out there hiding, crying
Put the shame to their face and ask them if they take pride in dying
It don't take the coldest guys to roll them dice
Taking a shot in the dark, who brings the fire, they screaming demon like "O N I"
Of course, we give it to Checka, he's in to win it
Killed this album in a DAY, but I killed this track in a MINUTE
And like 5 seconds, I reckon it's time to get my brethren
As high as Otitis and I by fighting by my beckon
I tried to keep them alive, I sympathized
But the lies, cries, and spies spell demise
So what's the prize, another life
I abide by my knife 'til it dies
Why stress it, though?
My blade's tasted at least 15, I'm light-weight professional
At my rate, I'm blessing O and Checka for the fire they've given
For my redemption, I'm inspired by spittin'
It's Modern Warfare
( BMAG (pXpArts) )
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