Talk Of The Streets

[Intro]
Y'all muthafuckas screaming like: "where's El Bandito!?"
I thought I made that shit clear
Shit... I guess not!
Yo!

[Verse]
Hear the breakdown, I woke up found a note in my mailbox
Taped to a cellphone, it said: "Times up!"
The phone starts ringing, but the voice was pitched down
Listen now, we got ya ex tied up, the bitch cries...
Bring a load of cash, or she'll die so fast
You gone fucking wish you never ever wrote a rap
I'll call you up again, but only for a last time
So if you want her to live you better start right now
They hanged up, time is runnin' out I need a plan
Outside, two guys chillin' in a caravan
One pulled out a gunner, then he said: You the man
Go and get our cash, seconds 'fore I ran...
Headed back in the building, into my apartment
Looking for my pistol, we gone get this shit started
Got an SMS with a photo, shit's preposterous
Change of plans, now I want you to start shit
I replied: Fuck you! he wrote: too bad for you
What a disappointment, now he's sending up the goons
I had to protect myself, should I let 'em kill me?
Fuck that shit! Imma take 'em all with me
Put the pistol in the holster, then I grabbed a steak knife
Headed to the elevator, now I gotta take lives
The doors open, ran in berzerk, a straight line
Screaming: Muthafuck you nameless bitches, here's my hate crime!
Didn't feel shit, I only saw his eyes
The other guy panicked, it was then I realized...
It was not them, as the victim starts to bleed...
First floor, door opens, then they scream for police
I was knocked to the floor, pushed the button for the door
... closing, elevator up, number 4
When the door opened, some punk is running down the stairs
I went for my apartment again, It's what I feared...
It was teared up to pieces, like a nightmare
Ran down the stairs, but there was cops everywhere
I was apprehended, put in handcuffs, you damn pigs
I guess the shit's over, but I never said shit
They threw me in behind isolated prison bars
Later to the mental asylum, bricks, and walls...
All around me... surrounded by doctors with needles
Fucking nazis are neither humans nor people
I won't take no medication, from these lame fucks
Somebody paid good money for this frame-up
Paranoid truth reveals inside of my brain
But It's already too late, now I'm diagnosed insane
I walked through flames, only gained more pain
Still, I overcame the situations while I maintained
Filled my mind with rage while my medication reigns
All I feel is hate, through the blood in my veins
Can't explain this place but I'm trying, so wait...
With no time to waste, I'll expose what they create
Drugged up zombies, with nowhere to stay
With so much confusion they don't know what to say
So you put 'em in a category of mental diseases
Which physically never existed, like a treatment
Electroshocking patients for believing in Jesus
Eradicating religion, still, you worshipping demons
Street sweepin maniacs with contempt
So I swear to fucking Satan, Imma get my revenge
I was neglected, but still, I put the venom to my pen
And I'd rather die, for I get locked up again
Now I'm back on parole, I won't let that shit stop me
Like these, no name muthafuckas tryna pop me
Survived every assault, so don't you try to mock me
Creation of a beast, now you unable to block me
Suckas runnin' offbeat, when they hustle deep
But I remain focused, made my muscles concrete
So when I beat you to a bloody pulp, what shall reveal?
The cortex of ya cerebral capacity's with me
This is hip-hop, I keep that shit alive
As long as I'm breathing 'til the day I fucking die
I'm the darkness unleashed, I spaz rounds
Talk of the streets, best believe, I'm back in town

And that's it!
I can't fuckin' wait!
Get at me!
I'll handle it!
Just like I handled all of you muthafuckas!
Yeah!
Let's go...
Uh!