Going to make me snap like poetry slams, your lines all lack a reaction
don't make me laugh, I'm smoking your fam with nitrous gas in a mask
got to make some cash, I'm throwing these hands and fighting back with a passion
can't escape my wrath, I'm showing your fans you biting raps like you're Task One
another 16 bit like uncompressed music or Sega Smash Packs
you tripping, no acid on sheets with hallucinogenic flashbacks
so listen, they jacking my steez but I'm moving the pen ink past that
so vicious, I battle emcees til they losing theirs heads and snapbacks
always strings attached, I Slash and shred with axes
jamming on a Fender like Hendrix in heavy traffic
keeping the "stash" concealed, Tom Selleck in a ski mask
do it for mass appeal, going to belt it through a speed trap
catch me if you can, I'm back and in the flesh
keep this joint smoking in rotation like you passed it to the left
leave your ashes there to rest
itching to drop, like a crack fiend missing their rock then scratching on their head

(CHORUS)
give them what you
got and see through
the things that they do

the people I knew
watch how I move
don't sleep or hit snooze

throwing stones in the water, makes their flows seem deep
they throwing mud in the water, drifting up shit creek
to think they poison the water in the tap you drink
and then they force you to swallow as the past repeats

(2ND VERSE)
It's the King of banging heads so won't you crown an emcee
you'll never get the same acceptance, I shoot rounds in a beast
to remember it, I made a necklace or two out of their teeth
I'll put a price on your head and off your new album release
that's a hit, been making records since 2003
jump me like I'm in debt and I can't be taking out "a loan"
scoring high like good credit but get my paper on the low
knock your block off like a broken piston, flow magician
Waka Flocka with the coke addiction, loading clips
the coalition focus in, no smoke and mirrors, long barrel with a scope
split your wig like Homer Simpson, cross hair's on your dome
Jon Snow in Northen Winters, true heir to the throne
they die on my Watch, the riot starter with knives sharpened
a rhyming arson, every line's alarming the fire marshal
the entire squad goons, turn your computer to a time bomb and
dummies walk-through with troubleshooting like a blind marksman

(CHORUS)
give them what you
got and see through
the things that they do

the people I knew
watch how I move
don't sleep or hit snooze

throwing stones in the water, makes their flows seem deep
they throwing mud in the water, drifting up shit creek
to think they poison the water in the tap you drink
and then they force you to swallow as the past repeats