Dead And Gone
[Hook: 2x]
You say you want the truth? (While we take your spot)
You playing in ya booth (You claiming you a boss)
You say you want the truth? (You playing like you hard)
You say you want the truth? (Now they all dead and gone)
[Verse 1]
Technological lyrics are ripping up ya brain
Death is possible, bars that take a shit on your stains
You reppin' nonsense for ya fame, who you intended to blame
This monster is not something that ever gone play
Put the blade to ya face 'for I'm striking ya veins
Shove a pipe up ya brain and take ya life every day
You fucking mice will decay, how many times you gone pray?
How many rhymes can you spit? how many times at a day?
Between millions and infinite, I'm mad and belligerent
The styles that I'm sickest with, the Nines that I'm blickin' with
You wigga-kids are weak as shit, especially ya raps
Y'all should really relax, can't afford to face the facts
I erase like pulse weapons with a green laser sight
Draining ya fright, when the beams aiming right
So keep it in mind, my heaters fire blind
When it's pointed on you muthafuckas every single time (Biatch!)
[Hook: 2x]
You say you want the truth? (While we take your spot)
You playing in ya booth (You claiming you a boss)
You say you want the truth? (You playing like you hard)
You say you want the truth? (Now they all dead and gone)
[Verse 2]
Who got the hardest wicked lyrics in the entire region?
Combined with the heaters I'm bringin' fire to ya speakers
I rise above ya weaklings, fuckin' liars, and deceivers
Eternally bleeding when this virus is completed
A tyrant, believe it, my science, some neat shit
Defying ya freedom, make you riot for my speeches
I'm a Gemini of 89' constructing all these deadly rhymes
Tell me I'm, never gonna stop bussin' these ready nines
Anybody wanna get up in the way of mines?
Pay the price, slaying mics, I've made up my mind (Yeah!)
Look in my eyes, you feelin' hypnotized?
I'm pure venom with the chemical recipe memorized
A hellish genocide, repenting devil's cry
While the mercenaries and all the rebels ride
We apply superior tactics with serious gadgets
Fanaticly murder you rappers and all you has-beens...
[Hook: 4x]
You say you want the truth? (While we take your spot)
You playing in ya booth (You claiming you a boss)
You say you want the truth? (You playing like you hard)
You say you want the truth? (Now they all dead and gone)