there's no way ya'll take us alive,
unless you pull tha trigger on yaself and die,
warp speed ahead of you actors,
i dont gotta spit, you rappers,
i feel like a raptor,
i'm still chewing shit you'll never capture,
you faggots not on this level,
super duper collaboration, including tha shovel,
ya'll rather shoot at tha mouth,
play games of cat and mouse
til i burn every monitor in ya house,
playa, we'll spit you out,
grow a pussy and maybe i'll talk to you,
of course i got tha tools on me but i dont need em, i'll let my presence talk to you,
timb's stomp right thru u,
and nah, fucker, you gotta understand that we are both AMAZIN,
no need to pick us apart, we'll both leave you cajun,
i'm really not heated from friction,
or tongue twitchin,
neither from your predictions,
my pen'll fuck u up in between lines worse than karma sutra positions,
you missing the point and it dont need a answer,
come try to come at us, we'll diagnois you wit cancer,
dont make us put ya style on a respirator,
with the rest of you haters,
to the n'sayers

this gang bang
brought to you by … a strange team
decstar and amazin
cot damn it! … the game changed
but what still remains
is the king and forensic teams
struggling to find a motive for the choke
strangling
a picture’s worth a million words
so picture me hanging weak mc’s
from trees
with severed knees
and the caption reads
“you can’t walk the walk of the King …so you won’t be needing these..”
I appease any tease …and spit it at any rate
And fondle ya post unsuspectingly like date rape
The air I breath between true mc’s is a gape
Cause the closest you getting to this rhythm is the starting gate …
Fast and furious …wit it when I spit it deals the fate …got you curious like Kenyans …in a race


you know what tha fuck it is. tha unlikely, unusual collab, Decstar and Amazin. ya'll better recognize. me first, Zin second verse. get ready to lay down, playas.