[Verse 1: Pacewon]
I'm the truth
Like Wonder Woman, tie me with a golden lariat
I'm Jesus, you're a Judas Iscariot
But this time in now you want a verse, there's a variant
Cause this time I'm gonna drop the cross and make you motherf*ckers carry it
Get down on one knee and ask to marry it
Count each time it says, "No retaliate"
And I'll be in the Caddy with [?] and Dirty Harriet
So high I feel like I'm being pulled by thirty chariots
I can't explain the frame of mind that I am in
But I feel rejuvenated like I took a vitamin
Now let's fill what I am in, I'm seeing all these images
[?] limitless
Every Emcee needs to mimic this
And keep it pushing like cartels and syndicates
I don't know what has gotten into kids
They must be smoking to much indica
I'm here to heal them like the Book of Leviticus
Sorry that I'm blade, I was in the cut
I write a letter to the hood and seal it with a kiss
Take a picture of the hood and pin it up
I'm attached to it
Like a puppet
And the string I'm hung from; I can't cut it
So each and every time you hear my f*ckin' song pump it
And don't act like an ass with a stick stuck up it, motherf*cker
[Chorus]
Make no mistake, for real
I wouldn't hesitate to kill
(family, killin' all these weak rappers)
Make no mistake, for real
I wouldn't hesitate to kill
(family, killin')
You mothaf*ckin' b*tches
Make no mistake, for real
I wouldn't hesitate to kill
(Weak rappers steady makin' hits, f*ck that)
Make no mistake, for real
I wouldn't hesitate to kill
(Weak rapper, yo f*ck that)
[Verse 2: Cy Marshall Law]
I come
Hot in the game
Ya'll Rockin' the same
Channel, the spirits of Roc and McCain
Start c*ckin' the flame
Like cool[?] You gonna' be chalkin' the name
Don't be surprised when I rocket to fame
I got hip-hop in my vein
I'm super sane cyclone
On the mic' device
You would think there was a Cy clone
But twice as nice
I got friends to hold the toasta'
When I go to unholsta'
They shoot bullets that fly from here to Nova Scotia
The flow is dope
When I'm done I'll have them throw it to Nova
Skin is the color of Coke-a-Cola
Rock the coast, talking head
God know even ghosts walk through walls to hear my flow
[?] illin' now
With that killin' style that's longer than the river Nile
Consider how old these emcees [?]
Fly from thirst (Jerz) to Hungry
Humbly I can't f*ck with me
I stay sucker free
You coming out but I'm going in
And trying to put me in a box is a vote to win
The inner tornado
I'm as calm as the Dalai Lama
I know it's not the ganja
I know that God is my body armor
I ain't American Pharaoh but the n*gga sounds
Every verse is triple crown when I rip it down
I'm either for or against you
f*ck a middle a ground
Even in my own house party-in
Kid I don't play around
[Chorus]
Make no mistake, for real
I wouldn't hesitate to kill
(family, killin' all these weak rappers)
Make no mistake, for real
I wouldn't hesitate to kill
(family, killin')
You mothaf*ckin' b*tches
Make no mistake, for real
I wouldn't hesitate to kill
(Weak rappers steady makin' hits, f*ck that)
Make no mistake, for real
I wouldn't hesitate to kill
(Weak rapper, yo f*ck that)
[Outro]
Step up and test the skills
You can get my testicles