Two Oh Three

Dylan Ross, I got Clandestines
And my clan's on time and plans to rhyme
In batch is fine
With a generally unhappy vibe
And when I leave you barely alive, it's something like a natural high
You ask "why the kid rhyme like that?", I'm fearless
I've never had to tuck a nine in my checks, you hear this?

I ain't even on my own beat
Yet I remain, army patrolling in the lawn while you sleep
Give you the mark of the beast
And turn your team into an army of deceased, motherfuckеr
I'm harmful, at the least, A modern marvеl
I'm a beast, I get a feast if you step to me
Baring no arms like you got Leprosy
As I proceed, let me give them what they wanted
And lead you out the garden of rap because I'm starving

Motherfucker S-T-F-U
G-T-F-O after I show you what I can do
Wylin with the crew, you know that it's E-Z
Motherfuckers hold they breath when they see me
And motherfuckers hold they tongues and don't speak
Unless they want me to hit 'em and give 'em a nosebleed
I was twelve in '03 and still got the block hot
With some shit you would never be capable of to rock
So D. Ross never stop this flowin'
I got the game locked like the car when you go in

[Outro]
And I'm out this bitch
Well I just got in this bitch
But I'm out it now after getting in it
Yeah