Infiltration (feat. Ram Gang & Ten Hawkins)

AK-47, .44 Magnum
Automatic weapons, night scope
Here's a compound bow and A machete with a red handle
That's what I'm gonna use to kill you
I'm Rick Grimes with sick rhymes
I shoot your husband in his face
If the bitch fine I'm never scared
You walking dead that's why I'm holding this urn for you
Sometimes you just gotta kill them, but they turn on you
I took a Xan, it turned me into a zombie
That's why they all dead now cause they tried to copy
And pace, embrace your face for mace
'Cause it's venom that I'm spitting
Burn your eyes like a skillet
You get it?
The shit that they kicking I'll never be with it
They tell me I'm different
But I just don't get why they appealing
It's on the radio, so now you sing along to these niggas
I'm looking for the purpose Like what the fuck wrong with these niggas
Alarmed when I hear it
I ain't even warning these niggas
And when they think it's okc I drop a bomb on these niggas
You in the same category as the pigs, get slaughtered
Flo, Steph Curry, Bruce Lee That's water
They over looking, let's get that right off
For style biters, and these liars
Now can you feel what I'm implying
I come through, and save hip hop When shorty die
And raid the game in perfect timing
Bringing heat like desert climates
Dead silence A speech for the dead
You still ain't hearing me yet
So why you choose to neglect This real shit You blind to it Nigga, write it down in braille
So hard to say you still ain't feeling me yet
Now go recruit with the rest Army fatigues in my vest
I go to war with all of You'll You'll ain't posing no threats
A scared man, a dead man Unless he holding a tec
But still he pussy to me
Cause y'all ain't catching no wreck
Them niggas soft as can be My niggas drawing no pad
They'll leave you sketched in these streets
Im posted up on the ave When it was DJ and me
I kept a blunt and a stash
He had the gun and the mag
Too much was rapping and fad
He brought me in, and it was murder that she wrote Bitch
You ain't gotta feel me, but you fear me
And you ain't gotta listen but I bet you hear me
And saying that you don't That's a fucking lie
Even atheists hear the voice of a god
And if you part your mouth Then don't talk to me
And if you slither, then Nigga, you can't walk with me
So a lot of you niggas can't be In the same room as I
Y'all don't do songs with me Cause every verse is turpentine
I love women, but I don't fuck with these bitches
Take that how you want
And wear the shoe if it's fitting
I'm a cold-hearted animal
Just call me Yeti
Hip-hop looking like Megiddo
And I'm bringing Armageddon
And you don't want this war with me
I'm killing these niggas, but never work with the police
Yeah, and they should be Screaming out rap lives matter
You want beef? Here it go, on a platter
The roaches going to try to bite it
Don't leave it down there
When I rhyme, man, I'm being precisive
No 50 Tyson, I'm the darkest I'm the capital knight
Try to play me about the bitch
And I'm going to snatch you tonight
They mad cause I'm coming up, while I'm rolling the dice
But if they winning, they Ain't got no pride, holding up tight
Other cough when I cough Your bitch ain't holding my mic
I'm physical, more than a Marathon, riding the bike
But hold on, let me take it vital
Just to see if you alright
Resurrection, the executioner, walking the light
Took too much damage
We enhanced it with an homology kite
Ten got a dime piece, so That's a match of the night
I flip the script, but never did a back flip in my life
But if you steady lack
It's the fact is that we nice
We practice to snatch this throne
Why you surprised
Your ignorance and your ego
Always swear that you right But now what bitch