radio stations are shit i wish i could have my own
and play the shit i listen to cuz now im sittin on the throne
never ever play the wack that shit becomes the unknown
im found but the rest are lost and sittin alone
all of a sudden they gone AWOL, askin without learnin
learn the lessons of our style before thinkin about returnin
cuz im takin over this shit see the tables are turnin
i'll make it rain ash in your eye, fire like the Bronx is burnin
and im runnin the town so start runnin for your life
dont leave nothin behind cuz i'll convert your wife
from the west to the east i carry lyrical heat
shoot em up in a spot, leave em speechless and they're indiscreet
im always on the lookout for the next major threat
but never forget, these dudes are nothin more than a silhouette
a shadow if you will, lurkin in all the dark places
they couldnt handle the real, went on to play russian roulette
now they all dead, it only took one in the chamber
end the life of another through the danger of a stranger
learnin the arts of a fighter, now your face is fucked up
just took another roundhouse kick, might as well be walker, texas ranger
small dicks, feelin the pricks
sinner man, used to use the devils walkin stick
its slippery slick, drivin down the cliff of wisdom
lost it all, now your broke, time to hit up the a.t.m.
goin full throttle, empty the full ink bottle
its whatever the race even if you're a mulatto
stay true to the motto, few stay in to finish and diminish the lotto
unfinished with this business cant take orders from the principato
guess who, im runnin this while im sippin on the brew
only local for now, but soon it stretches to kalamazoo
start a hullabaloo over the fake, its about time you're awake
dont waste your money on this mistake, conserve it like an apprehensive Jew
foo, its about time now i gotta depart
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