Lyrics:

Verse 1
I 'ma clean this whole shit out like climax,
with words put
togeather better then sony electronics,
king of the jungle, humbly stay
honest,
eat with the lions, swim with peranas,
gassoline the scene, strike
the match,
inferno, I'm to throue nigga, so stand back,
I spit shine, get
mine and rip rhyme
and make my career take a incline,
I'm strick with
knives, straight with razors,
good with grenades and great with gadges,
(yeah)
been around the world on a million stages,
watch nigga's bitch up
and go through changes,
I had gun's before guns was in fashion,
I mashed
out before niggas knew mashin,
I knew terror before the plane started
crashin,
I got punch lines and nigga's aint
laughin...

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I'm gon be here after the smoke dye
down,
Insomnia style I won't lye down,
fight the good fight don't need no
help,
keep your hands up defend yourself,
move like I move and live
lifelong ,
can't move up if your hearts not strong,
get your own shit
cause this shit's mine,
every time I spit, I shine

Verse
2

cock-sucker I preach what I practise,
back shit up, wrap this, rap
shit up,
still actin up, get found in the trunk of an Acuva,
yall suck
like jail in dracula,
X turn up the heat, increase the hatred,
straight
stone face don't fuck with gay shit,
so i guess that means I cant fuck with
you now,
drew down, let off, facate to new town,
you feel like bishop,
induced now,
gotta flame thrower that will burn
great holes till you goose
down, (yeah)
rough sound, same strong background,
bent on black the big
boys playin tips down,
my whole train of thought is the party,
any
motherfucker with problems and not get caught,
I was blessed with life when I
cursed to death,
I'm a spit till my very last breath...

(fuck
yall)

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Verse 3

Let me get a three second look, I hit
a million dollar target,
You ain't came up yet well nigga' let me show ya,
(aaaa)
Come across dope like planes and boats,
Like baloons filled with
coke, down a mexican's throat,
you ever seen a man get smoked and shit on
himself,
the body shake for a second, then it can't stop a second,
the
evidence are the weapon and the people involved,
let one nigga talk,
everybody gettin caught, for sure,
I say that, to say this,
if you cant
handle the time then ride the beach,
might as well touch your tail and jump
the fence,
castrate yourself expose the bitch,
X go head up, the fuck
never ran from it,
I got engadged with buck shots that you can't
stomach,
You ain't a killer you a album filler,
You ain't a soldier you a
rap premoter,
Game over...

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