[DMS]

Not in any particular order of concepts




Murdered Pro and Karlos, simple targets for a homi./
And now Vic and Kami? Victims/
Simple metaphysics—This ‘material’ will be the ‘essence of a body’/
Ducked down by VL’s place with the shells to bust./
Brady...He’ll see the saints when the twelve’a buck./
Then we’ll pull on Kam’s shit and flash the nine./
We shooting for sport outside his crib like in Taxi Driver./
So Lapse’a be fried and Kam dumped ‘cause the beam./
Both praying for a Deus ex machina—Then they’ll see God from a machine./
Anyone who test my heat’ll end. They’a die for certain./
Who want it? To anyone on Kami’s side the iron curtains./
The spark’a see ‘em./
Sharp with beams. Of their lives the glock’a free ‘em./
Make the most of ya time, ya pulses ceasin’ today (siezin’ da day) like Carpe Diem./

Yan said, ‘let’s do a team battle, we’ll make ourselves ‘2 bodies.’/
I said ‘pick a low opponent.’, He said ‘Vic is helpin’ Kami.’/
Their ‘bars’ hold ‘no weight’. You think Kam and Victory lit?/
We got a ton’a ‘rounds’ for the ‘stick’. It’s ‘big, what we lift.’/
I’ll find this group and start spraying first./
Then this shit Ora et labora—y’all better hope that prayin’ work./
Every tick of a watch is a clip from glock./
Aim n shoot; Bangers boom whether they yell for help or not./
Times up. Two sticks pointed at the top—ITS TWELVE O’CLOCK./
A dual at high noon. The shooters fry you./
There’ll be no cap on the kids—a Lutheran high school./
Don’t put dough on them being heavy, with the bars tight./
You’ll have to pay coming with Vic, betting on that Dawg’s fight./