Blast bullets thick as candlesticks, Ram clips into where cancer sits
Question your life's intention or meanin' bitch? Well I just answered it
Damage this or die tryin' to stand against my management
I'll leave you in bandages without nutrition or an ambulance
Man God damn this sickness, A whisk of vengeance
Immense shit pointed @ you, Tearin' lungs up by the inches
Pharoah reload the shells, Adverse apply the polish
Mr. J supply the target, & watch Exis demolish
Meticulous with the craft, I bring sharp shit that splits you in half
Four of Hip Hop's illest, That means atleast eight guns in your ass.
Bang!...
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