Retaliation lyrics

{"I leave the blood spilling in the streets"}

[Intro: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
Yo, its the f*cking Hologram, Jedi Mind baby
Bangin' ya'll in the f*cking face, know what I'm sayin'
With the God Jus Allah, my man Stoupe on the track
My motherf*cking man Chico in this motherf*cker
We about to take ya'll motherf*ckers to war
Nah'm sayin', yo Jus Allah, blow this f*cking mic apart, God

[Verse 1: Jus Allah]
The metal inside the barrel passes
Through the frames in your glasses
Quick passage, leave your dome piece backless
Envision blackness, leave you hat-less, f*cking cap-less
Marchin' n*ggas to the spot where the Earth's crack is
Hard to grasp like science and math is
The cavemen who don't practice and live backwards
We oxen, when streets is watchin'
Release shotguns, n*ggas got Dietz and Watson
Feel no love, no way you shield the slugs
The ill thugs, we box with steel gloves
Doubt my faith you can taste the slug case
Leaving n*ggas looking like dogs with the pug face
Even your girl can catch the capsule
I love pus*y but never the b*tch that it's attached to
[Hook x2: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
Why you wanna battle the kids with steel tongues?
Who rip up mics and drink puerto-rock rum
85's face the truth; you're too dumb
If retaliation comes, yo, then f*ck it: it just comes

[Verse 2: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
We itching to kill, that's why we spitting the real
Stick to the drill and maybe we'll be gripping a mill'
The clip will get spilled, dump them on a ditch or a hill
Because the motherf*cker ain't left me sh*t in his will
And y'all is always sounding like a b*tch when you spill
And we the rawest motherf*cking clique in the field
So real motherf*ckers better recognize real
Or ill motherf*ckers gonna exercise skill
Y'all better chill when the Hologram build
Little motherf*cker got hands that's like steel
Whoever approach me and what I feel
{"Might find their legs being replaced by steel"}
So y'all better yield or I'ma choke faggots
My hand held more razor blades than coke addicts
We like to quote fascists 'cause we the meanest
And rip off your fingers with the pliers of Chaka Demus

[Hook x2: Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
Why you wanna battle with kids with steel tongues?
Who rip up mics and drink puerto-rock rum
85 face the truth; you're too dumb
If retaliation comes, yo, then f*ck it: it just comes