act right or getchya life snatched, it's like that
on black nights, iont strike first, bet i strike last
iont like straps gimme a blade n shit...oh, you came equipped?
it aint the weapon or tool its who's aiming it,
who you playing with? who you fools tryna fool?
a few sapient, im half man half amazing, full alien
call it a reflex offense is my only defense
youont wanna get caught in the sequence
give out more & take less damage
how much real can your fake self manage
fluid mechanics at its best, manically refreshed,
while you stagnant in your steps - i press balance
aint nunna you bitch niggas commandin my respect
get savaged, dragon slayer single handed plant it in your chest
nigga might go berserk & get branded on the neck
in search of my emancipated death tryna sever gods hand
i reached out...& they just severed gods hand...s'why -
i keep a weapon arm...always keep the weapon on stand by
all the time cause bitch niggas metamorphosize
& that defamation of love hurt before it caught my eye
it touched the heart, now a nigga out for justice hawh
cant go out like you other niggas, i aint just a mark
its just gettin dark, all gutz no glory raw with me
cordially or try scorchin me with your sorcery...
...nigga you cant hold a torch to me
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