Self Preservation lyrics

[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
I'm a bread winner, you wanna make a fortune?
Place all your money on the black and on the red, n*gga
This ain't a gamble, it's a promise, I'm a head splitter
Y'all been sleepin' on me, now it's time to shake the bed, n*gga
And wake 'em up to the way the Midwest, spit the
Cold, Theraflu, but I'm not Kanye West
This is Kansas City (Stand up!)
Who ever left sittin' (Good)
Now you all can see the heart of where the fans livin'
Killer City, Misery, don't desire your company
I got it all covered unless you're comin' to f*ck with me
Tech N9ne, Rich and everybody along with me
Deuce Klik, n*gga, I got the town up under me
Holding up The Chief, I politic for the streets
Black Gold leakin', it's prominence at its peak
Dominance for the weak, who's eager for me to speed
My people into an all-star lane and take the lead, n*gga

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
I am the last of a dying breed
Live by one code, that's I'm gon' eat
Get rich or die tryin' so I don't sleep
So cold in these streets I'm Kelvin

[Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun]
Pac reincarnated, y'all made it (Wait a minute)
Y'all didn't make sh*t because the Lord gave me
Soul in the mouth to deliver out to all waitin'
For a new arrival, what, consider me a tall fable
Standin' in the light, I got 'em all shakin'
"Why they have to bring this n*gga out" is what they're all sayin'
Strange Music's knight in shining armor, sent me off slayin'
Every coward n*gga in the business with a false stance
Hope you made a livin' off your corny hoax, man
(All of y'all comedians) Cause lyrically your whole stand-up
It's a joke, you should know that the Sandman
Need to put the cane to your throat and do the jig dance
Cause the gig's up, I wish you big luck
Hope it was time that was spent instead of big bucks
I'm old-school like Atari when I Dig Dug
Graves for you non-valid rappers in this business
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
I am the last of a dying breed
Live by one code, that's I'm gon' eat
Get rich or die tryin' so I don't sleep
So cold in these streets I'm Kelvin

[Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun]
I'm a beat eater, your regular street figure
But with that heroin flow, I'm an elite speaker
I'll leave the streets tweakin', addicted with Chief fever
The kind that come every now and then like a leap year
Now that we clear, y'all can rest in peace, he is
Something like a God that's eternal like a Greek myth
Flowin' out your radio into them sweet ears
I don't have to tell you that, it's no longer a secret
The gloves is off and y'all got a weak chin
How many n*ggas gettin' jawed 'fore the beat end? (brawl)
My defense, (awesome) unique spit
Leave a n*gga sh*ttin' in his drawers from defeat then
Compete with anybody relevant
If anybody know of anybody you can tell 'em this
Black Gold up for keeps and I ain't sellin' sh*t
But if they bad enough then come and lick it off a Melvin di*k

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
I am the last of a dying breed
Live by one code, that's I'm gon' eat
Get rich or die tryin' so I don't sleep
So cold in these streets I'm Kelvin