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Twenty-four, Bauer, Warhead, sour

Ran that shit up in an hour

Pagans they hidin' they cowards

Bust up my plans when the airforces land

So there's dirt on my hands take a shower

Too much on my plate I devour

Energy. Power

In the booth bar just kicked in

Killer who scars his victims

Them man lack conviction

Trilly need Mad commitment

Pray for the bag - Sack religious

No rags to riches

We stay lit - Blast the bridges

Better not trace the high

You cannot chase the vibe

Motherfucker i dispense in style

I got an endless supply

Slice an opp, dice an opp

Masala man im a spicy don

If a bitch bubble butt then its on

Yeah she want the baton

Yeah my bitch she a ten

When she need i attend

Wastemen keep our names out their mouths

If not then chef a man, julienne

I do not fuck with the violent shit

Unless I have to - I kill with the pen

Don't respond well to their attitude

Stay watchin' over them like big ben

Wherever the OG chose, thats where the whole team goes

Nightclub, endz, studio, roads,

On top of the whip I rode

Keep it halal when I roast a g.o.a.t

No time for smoke

Unless you mean the zoob I toke

Perfection when I roll

Somebody come stop me, a functional zombie, take out your army

Evacuate calmly, I'll rip off your arm send your white-flag for laundry

If you give up on me

Life is a sideting I don't let her call me

Bombay the bomb B

She climbing up on me grabbing the palm tree

While I'm riding the wave

Collecting my skeletons piling the grave

Dirt on my hands from the digging

Wanna get back to living clean, try this again

Trynna convince them but can't fool myself

Dusty the trophies that lay on my shelf

Rusty the grip of the mic that I held

That's when I knew that man had to

Switch-up the ting yeah

Faded like vignette

Big up the team yeah

Hold up wait did we win yet?

Chillin outside yeah

We ain't going in yet

Y'all would know when I'm in

Watch the throne, fuck the king, got bone I could pick, better dig that

Better stop with all that chitchat

Cuz man's got bars like KitKat

Tactics come in clutch like a tic-tac

Drop a gear, disappear, leave em all with whiplash

Been a minute since I kicked back

Felt the presence that's a gift wrap

Bullet proof, Big mad

I'm a wolf, Big bad