A block of destruction, all purpose war. C4s at ya door, Claymores on the floor. Niggas rollin up wit gats just to break an equal score. Shootin up niggas you was cool with before. The core, is black when i fall into the beat. It lets the whole crowd know that theyre in for a treat. But lookin' back its a trap. Bust a cap in his back. G is blacker than black, but still whiter than crack. These MCs are just wack, it is lyrics they lack. If you wanted a stack, then ill be slammin like Shaq. Man I been smokin this meth, gettin closer to death. These cops tryna catch me as im justa catchin my breath. Biological presence, take a look at my essence. Im guessin its a blessin in the age of depression. I NEVER show emotion, im just showin expression. But yet, still the city cries; while im under this pressure.
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