It's that time again, repping the Generals, with a lil' twenty bars. 5 Star Generals!
I write tight, you’re about as tight as Rihanna’s right thigh
On first sight fights get tied with bright might
When Generals ride by and spit set facts
You’re not fabulous, brother, not even if you hit Kat Stacks
Most people are like ‘these General kids lack sex’
Going hard on everything when we hit tracks with sick fast acts
Of pure talent when we in hale hot air like triple six at best
And then start spitting fire on them lit beats
With dope verses, deliver lil’ ki’s with each line, call me Swizz beats
I hit beats, bars rapped mystic, on that Egyptian flow
Your body won’t hold yuh head, it’s off that Gyptian flow
That’s what I call blowing your mind, my flow a killer
More realer, I came to shoot like the Israeli’s on the Flotilla
I show iller moves, charming so your wife be next
I sex her, you wouldn’t sweat-her if you gave her a V-neck
You wouldn’t squeeze techs if you hugged Nina
So drop the gun rhyming, I go hard like I just fucked Lima
The Generals are a shady mix like the Beamer,
Benz, Bentley cut when we slaughter bitch rappers, I call you Trina
‘cause we’re deadlier with the win than Katrina