Killer Instinct

Verse 1
Look look
Warlock, respect my shit, I let em know nigga
?me H2O? Niggas scared of no nigga
Ever felt the Franklin shit on your neck? That's me
Got the first of the sixth sense besides that no sense
Rods pick niggas off, I blast in your faces
Up close in public places, my AK ain't racist
I've been about this shit since I was 12 years old
Been 'bout my paper, since my last three capers (uh-huh)
Some of you nigga's hoes dressed in soldier clothes
Disgracing your block, and all you never shot a Glock before
That shit's got to stop
I ought to take you to the spot, where real niggas bust hearts and Glocks like heroin shots

Hook
Warlocks
Born at the witching hour equipped with the first power
Don Dada of the first and last hour
I rebuke sorry MCs cast they Mics out
Whether gats or raps I put your lights out

Bridge

High tech Mic abuse with the fuse lit
I run through crews quick and use music to prevail
It’s the return home New Orleans foundation Brooklyn the fortress
Take no losses just win and mega-ends dividends
Big body Benzes what we came for knowledge is what we aim for
Then understandin
Build a castle in this rap game then bring my mans in
To my hardcore slum cats hooded up like clansmen
From 3rd ward to Tasker we Lord and Master
Illadel (P-lon (?)) exile infadels we bomb
We strong arm leg leg arm head honcho
Make moves and skate like Juice in the Bronco
Build, elevate and expand sit with communist
N***az got John Blaze shit but my shit’s the Johnnyest
Black germ dominant prominent scientist
My styles are technical like Jet Li using the Lion Fist
You lost once I spit the sick shit, lyrically gifted
My tongue is like the cold barrel my brain’s the biscuit
Don’t get it twisted, I’m from the south black seriously doubt that
You wanna go to war with a soldier because we ‘bout that
So don’t go there, headed for nowhere, we wild like it’s no courts
No judge no police and no mayor
3rd ward is third world, revolution in the bricks
Soldiers in fatigues we come equipped, that’s it

Verse 3
I'm a Fidel Castro like nigga
Saddam blood type O nigga
Keeps a hollow hiding for your body
Got more niggas standing behind me than the Senate
And if they all left this minute, fuck 'em fight to the finish
If I ever said anything offending y'all, I meant it
You eat me? That's big beef, nigga, Jump off in it
I might not even win it, but you gon feel me today
You see that vest don't mean shit, cause I'm aiming for neck
Gaining my stripes off your clique, how many dies?
3+4 equal to seven multiple it times 5
Can't let you niggas murder me, I gots to survive
My son gots to see me every time I open my eyes
Warlock, I bes deadly like African bees
One time ?money? Second c'est la vie
Street jacka get too close, feeling my glow
I'll get your first mind whispering "dawg we gots to go"
But you hardheaded, you know how that story goes
Body found, John Doe, no money, no clothes
?bh2o Dawg jacking they nerves?
They must have thought we were nervous who didn't mind they cuss words
They know now, first one talked up got chalked up
Last thing he heard was (?"What now? And pluck pluck?)
Where your rhymes at? Guess they was nothing but ducks
Talking too much quack smack with no gats and no guts

[Chorus - throughout]
So, que te pasa?
Representando por la raza
Niggas wanna step but they legs is too short to salsa
You got courage I'll blast it out ya
Seriously doubt ya
Spit til ya blueprint is ripped, then re-route ya