Track 10
Once again it's on
I'm the youngest in charge, I am not playin'
I fear no man else than God
Scatter your features
Give you a face collage
Not one, but two, I face menage
No hands involved
Mommy would rather give a mouth massage
General, you can call me the sargeant
$745, five percent tip
I know I'm the shit, please hold the applaud
I spent summers writin' rhymes
Winters freestylin'
Daydreamin' Gilligan thoughts on an island
I didn't develop, I was born with this talent
Brain swell up, whenever you come to me
You were the challenge
I need a way to balance street
Shit from the rap shit stay on my toes
Feet grounded to the souls of the dead
But still bulletholes surrounded the
Arc in my feet to the crown on my head
Preach, listen how I pledge
I've been gettin' this money since you
Dummies were peein' in bed
To poppin' wheelies on handlebars and pegs
To poppin' Big Willy at the bar with bread
Pause, it's real talk
I know you gotta crawl before you walk
Shit, I decided to jog
I'm ten brains better than y'all
Propane make emergency calls
Whenever them boys speak
I fold niggas up, make both of the ends meet
You 'bout to fitness a lyrical fitness
This is what it'd sound like
If God spoke over beats
I cash in my rap friends
Peep the way I deliver
Make you wanna tell your peeps
I consider that they learn from me
This is volcano hot, fuck a third degree
Burn, You gotta be K-D-O T
Once again it's on, I am through with niggas
Twin Glocks, it'll shoot niggas
Put you next to a plant, under a root nigga
Hands folded together up in a suit nigga
This what we do nigga, run your mouth
We remote control mute niggas
Matter of fact, I recruit niggas
Bill Thrill straight spook niggas
Sixteens that'll ruin niggas
You mad cause I'm gettin' figures
I'm the bigger picture
You losin' dough and mine's gettin' thicker
I got somethin' that'll sting yah I
Call it the pinch hitter
Gather your mans so they can die with yah
Bill and K-Dot
Now y'all dealin' with the best (right)
Side by side, yeah we somethin' like breasts
Flow game killin', I spit bars of death
Now they yellin' could it get any worse
Definition of Hell on Earth
Keep somethin' on the side
Yeah you know that work one false move
It'll make your whole body jerk
Think before you cross this turf
You'll get turned into ashes
Or even laid in the dirt