Vocals Lyrics

Vocally this a lyrical roundhouse

You won't find this shit on your SoundClouds

Bunch of deadlocked killers with me like The Mau Mau

I'm the only performer where the crowd bows

Nowadays I only talk shit in my intros

Gotta stay cool when you're carrying pistols

Business and pleasure uh uh please don't mix those

I'm from where you might die over perceived insults

I'm not trying to come off as violent

But I'm terminating everything like Sky Net

Any rappers you know I'm taking side bets

Gamble and battle me nigga I'll break your pockets

Cause I stomp dudes out of their costumes

Looking like cartoons stunt on em like Tom Cruise

Wet em like typhoons mixed with a monsoon

Sharp as a sharks tooth with a flow like a harpoon

With vocals nigga

I'm a marksman becoming heartless

Don't need a firearm shit I just need a sharp edge

Jugular slit carcass in the car shed

No fingerprints or fibers in the carpet

Body parts spread out somewhere on Halsted

Get your heart shred and left with a charred head

Covered in dark red you don't wanna spar beg

You can't sleep on me bitch I'm like a hard bed

So them chrome pistols won't miss you

Rip through soft tissues and your bone gristle

I hold missiles for all of my old issue

I'd probably Four Fifth you but I won't diss

I'm on another mission ain't trying to fuck with pigeons

I'm thinking up my business to buying subdivisions

Imagine two head on Mack Truck collisions

That's a fraction of my impact so fuck you bitches

With Vocals nigga

I'm an Emcee I keep an extra 16

Like a spare magazine with the Inf beam

Extended clip thing pistol grip with the Hit sling

Got a killer instinct driven like I'm Christine

Always keep the shit hype like a rich fiend

Put your ass on a T-Shirt like a silkscreen

Overcome everyday struggle that's a Big dream

I'm a one man army I'll never switch teams

My flow so pristine you caught in the slip stream

Smoking on mixed greens I vocally rip spleens

Been kicking schemes for over 26 springs

Even Steven King you write some sick scenes

Indeed that's right on the cha-ching

Go to extremes so whatever I spit stings

I'm here to keep you intrigued and make the chick's cream

And rightfully take my place where they sit Kings

With vocals