
Date of issue: 21.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil
Song language: English
San La Muerte |
Yeah |
My mic sound good? |
Yeah (rata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) |
One-two, one-two |
Yeah (Raise the gates) |
Look. |
Yeah. |
(rata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) |
Listen |
Yeah |
It’s node sub-optimal, so watch it when the Ruger spit |
Record the homicide so I can watch how many views it get |
Fuck the world, fuck 'em all, I’m tired of this music shit |
The goombah gon' move regardless of who producing it |
You dumb if you don’t think that it’s a shot gon' fly |
I will cross your fucking T’s and I will dot that eye |
I will pop that nine, I will tighten the grip |
You a sucka, you the type to take advice from a bitch |
He defied God so he had to get his name cursed |
Armed to the teeth, carry metal like a change purse |
Make a list of raw motherfuckers, put my name first |
Every single line is by design to make your brain burst |
High like a motherfucker, I ain’t hit the ground yet |
Dumpin' till the whole clip empty like a sound check |
Twenty plus years, Ahki, I ain’t lost a round yet |
Kemetic Orthodoxy where the ritual was founded |
Nothing ever is enough, everybody getting touched |
Motherfuckers is running up on me |
The drama don’t stop, get your whole block shot |
All these shooters is running up on me |
I got a big street sweeper, I’m the hood Grim Reaper |
Motherfuckers is dying around me |
My trigger finger stay itching, we cooking in the kitchen |
I ain’t fucking with nobody but me |
So come hell or high water I’mma watch for the drop |
I make this graveyard crowded like a popular spot |
Nowadays it’s kinda hard to tell a cop from a ahk |
I’mma aim the chopper either way and pop who I pop |
Listen, he a traitor so he left for the hills |
Screaming high-pitched, crying like he Stephanie Mills |
Ain’t no iller voice in this shit |
Die now or die later, that’s the choices you get |
It’s moist and it’s wet, living here is literally hell |
Bodies stacking when I crack 'em like the Liberty Bell |
This dummy broke, looking at the bottom of the pint |
I’m coming with the heater like the bottom of the ninth |
That’s Allah and that’s my life, wanna see me it’s nothing |
Just know that either way with me it’s gonna be a concussion |
Body bags everywhere, machetes here to chop 'em up |
Put his body on ice and slap him like a hockey puck |
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