[Intro]
You better be careful as I release the bullet
n*ggas better get to ducking as they see my .40
Cause as I bust, I’m not tryna be hard
I’m just myself, other n*ggas be playing the part
Ha, this ain’t no motherf*cking game
But n*ggas thinking they just gon’ make a song and sh*t and make money along the way
If you not serious about this sh*t, why the f*ck is you here? (Why the f*ck is you here?)
I’m tryna take this sh*t back to where music supposed to be
Where you can nod yo’ head to a motherf*cker
Like sh*t right here, go ahead and nod yo’ head to this sh*t, n*gga
[Verse 1]
There will be no relief when I bust
The power of my flow disintegrate you to dust
And what I must do is bust on the busters
So if it happens to be you, you outta luck
Uh, there’s n*ggas I have to eliminate
Every single minute of the f*cking day
The predicament is so imminent, and I have to kill everybody in my way
Duck and cover from the AK spitting rounds
As I stay running laps around these clowns
It’s incomprehensible how I kicks the mic
I flip it and kick it until you see there ain’t no reason to fight me
Cause if you do, you’ll find yourself 6 feet under
I be ripping n*ggas in half, so ain’t no wonder
f*cking with me is lethal, so what you wanna be doing?
Wanna rap against me? Meet the Desert Eagle
So what’s good?
Welcome to the wrath of a lyrical insane n*gga from the past
[Hook x2]
Lyrical warfare
All we yearn for is lyrical warfare
Cause we don’t give a f*ck, we just want lyrical warfare
Looking to start sh*t, just that lyrical warfare, uh
[Verse 2]
Damn, sh*t is just like ‘92
n*ggas cause riots then they begin to loot
Only difference is between Ferguson and Compton
They both responded the same way, that’s really something
But they still tryna portray low intelligence
Every time you rob and mob, you looking belligerent
So it ain’t nobody elses fault if you get caught looking like a Neanderthal
Smart n*ggas never act up
They either ‘bout the money or the music
Or tryna be lapped up in the bed with some bomb ass pus*y
Cutthroat n*ggas tryna be on my level, you can’t out-do me
You better be ready when I comes correct
Cause if you don’t, I’ma end up putting yo’ sh*t in check, n*gga
So let the beat ride for a minute
It took time to make it as I cooked it in the kitchen
[Hook x2]