[ Featuring Killa Army ]
Something is not right in the head, too bad
That can fix the shit when I'll be pretty f*cking dead
Please don't feed my ego, I don't feel that shitty need
I'm a bad seed indeed just let me smoke my weed
Never love money cause that love can kill
To much money love can get you ill
We still have a war draw, never kiss the shit
Defeat life, stay alive and f*ck retreat
We love the mike, we love life, we love hip-hop beat
We only fight on stage and every show is live, you know that shit
F*ck fame, f*ck awards, f*ck happy music
The word is a tool fool we have to use it
You know life is a game at the heavy weight
The final countdown can't wait
Use the brain, man, is never to late
Don't think for diamonds and shit
Don't be so f*cking friendly
Greedy motherf*cker, your coufin has to be trendy
I'm like a flea, check my ID in hell the sickness of mallerick's man, I'm sick indeed
When I take the lead I see you catchin' speed
Oh shit, go f*ck the beat called rapman and this is it
Ah, ah, ah, ah, yo cinetic in show four yo, yo
A long ways from home I bring you another other
Two dope ass niggers, me, self and my brother
Yeah, he's from another should I let him explain
Introduce me
What's that niggers name?
With this might devices
He slice twice, ye, you can't f*ck with him
Its the show for do' you all niggers know
Yeah, I'm coming from the dirty ode, that's the OHT
Army and my man, we keep it the ground
Were keeping it slime, you know I'm all about mine, yeah
That, that cock you gotta get it don't stop, that dope, yeah up with dope down
We be doin` what we doin` and that's the reason we are here
Doin` this, you grab niggaz beware
I won't stop until i`m through with this
Even if it taste
You'll recieve a better line
Is cinetic, you bitches wont forget it
For many, many
Yo, ah
Uppon my arival, once my feet touch solid ground
I know imma score, it's like touchdown
Go deep don't sneek once I post up
Ya'll niggaz better catch me like a photo close up
Get back lay back don't say the
I'm a stupid nigga, never know for f*cking
Don't get your mouth touched
Don't get touched
Don't get opened up like a motherf*cker dutch
Yes, is him and him to begin
The more friends in him
The first, the nice
You niggaz can't f*ck with me I'm nice
On this mic device
My crow, my weapon, I shoot at your boots to you steppin
In a opposite direction, yeah
You f*ckin` around this niggaz try to
You f*ckin` around and get lay down
When that thunder hit the f*ckin` ground bitch
