Lyrics Set It Off - Epidemic

Set It Off

I get it in you niggas should call me daredevil
I’m back in action the only rapper that can scare trouble
My aim is to make the snares buckle with my bare knuckles
Don’t give me stares this grizzly here is off the bear muzzle
Droppin shit came with my niggas I get it poppin with
Taking a loss is honestly what your only option is
It ain’t a problem kid, to lock the strip up on my block with it
And make this cream, my face is clean as a dermatologist
I’m out of it, space bound, Jupiter’s what I stay round
Earth is just one of my other playgrounds, I hang around
A bunch of muzzled dogs that’s on the track just like a Greyhound
And pack a style to Manny Pacquiao you by the 8th round
I jab and dodge, I feel like I’m too fly to let these maggots watch
Unless these faggots caught me on their screen up on their magnavox
I hate to brag and talk I pack an ox to crack your ragu sauce
Shells will stretch em bro I’m well protected like a magnum box (let's go)
I’m up next, I just rose from the slum
I’m a rapper from the heart, you just flows from the gut
But this gat will tear apart 'til blood flows from your guts
Got Omarion bullets that’ll leave O’s when they touch
Plus this henny and ice reminds me how I done ripped on niggas on plenty of mics
My infinite similar similes sending these niggas the chills and any insight
I hate to have to slaughter you, but it’s my pride that gives me the right
I eat you releasing a demon that strikes so retreat if Im leaving you any advice
I’m on some other shit, sudden Joe Budden shit
Scutta gang bang underground bound dungeon shit
Fucked a bitch before recording this and got another bitch
To drill her brains out after this verse just for the fuck of it
I write off competition how they rhyme with awful writtens
You niggas tender meat and I’m a lion in the trenches
In my prime in my position while you riding on the benches
Well I guess I’m on my shit like a diaper on an infant, nigga
Ayo I’m telling you now, think you sick kid I’m letting you style
But for the revenue I’m bent on taking ten of you down
Niggas is clowns, it’s known that your crew’s all soft (so Teknition)
Be the first to set it off
Ayo I’m telling you now, think you sick kid I’m letting you style
But for the revenue I’m bent on taking ten of you down
Niggas is clowns, it’s known that your crew’s all false (so Hex One)
Be the next to set it off
Use a written scripture to kill ghastly
Kicking shit to get to these mills lastly
I feel bad but you still ain’t spittin as ill as me
The skill’s crafty, hit the richter and spill vastly
I’m a piece of shit in a picture nigga, I’m still nasty
If you front, get your faculty crushed
You gon' need a crutch for when these verbal tragedies bust
Half of these fucks just mad cause they can’t handle these nuts
Spittin daggers son you need a stab to sample these cuts
You’re in the wrong piece, so know the long heats in arms reach
We farm seeds of bomb weed with chron' leaves like palm trees
We taunt peace, yo I haunt streets, and flaunt steeze
The calm beast, who harms beats, you want beef I stomp teeth
Y’all ain’t ready for the method I bring, the weapon I swing
Is strings, like a leopard I cling, to heaven I bring
Webs of deadly lead that I fling directed at kings
A quake can’t break the record I spin, niggas I’m fire
Steady bustin' triggers on liars
Buck with stingers and crush your fucking fingers on pliers
Niggas don’t buy us, only check for ringers on flyers
You fags is lucky the cats that publish singers are biased
But yo, we keep it raw, to me that shit’s essential
The instrumental, nympho, lift you with the mental
Plain and simple, I’m doing ninjitsu with a pencil
And bangin out with quinto elemento ya’ll heard of that?