No stopping the sound, you'll get shot with a round,
You'll get got with that wristwatch walking around,
To the haters on my list, I keep crossing them out,
It's bitch stalking so what this shit talking's about,
I taste achievement, in this rap vault I'm locking it down,
Make believing? Haters speaking like I'm talk of the town,
Get tossed to the ground, I'll shoot rhymes to your brains,
Fuck Peace, cut you to pieces and then hide the remains,
I'll fight to the grave, won't abide to your claims,
Tell the jury? I'll convince them it's a lie that you say,
Knife to your face, why should I be nice to you lames?
Consider yourself a sacrifice or it's ya wife to be slain,
Remember your death could be a life that you save,
Open ya head, give new meaning to "I like to get brain",
You're a whiney mistake, I hope you choke and you die,
Secondhand, fill your lungs with the smoke from my lines.
(Sentus)
If you hate my craft then you will face my wrath,
When I take a step on your turf and raise my flag
Any second I’ll burst, the worst weapon on Earth
Soon the Heavens will burn in this blaze I’ve had
They praise my tracks cause I cripple opponents
My tongue slashes mc’s like the sickle of Cronus
I live for the moments when the sound is bumping
The ground is thumping and the crowd is jumping
They love when my claws rip, they fuckin applaud it
This king is Peter from Narnia, stuck in the closet
These new cats liked my music so they borrowed
A couple of my lines but for every single bar owed
I’ll have served em once and sent crawlin home
Cause when it comes down to it you’re still all alone
You’ll all get thrown but I’m not talkin the crown
Step on the stage and get knocked off of the ground
Lightwork
