Lyrics:

Yo, you dealing with militant goons, ya know what I'm sayin?
Necro on the track, peace and love to BK
Far Rock, drop it

I stash concealables under my underoos
Fuck them other crews
I got a hundred goons blessing you with puncture wounds
Nothing remains, 1999 the world change; now insane
The devil leaves the righteous man slain
With the brain function, reincarnate, reproduction
Revolution, assassination, execution
Collision It's best to find my religious credential
Politicians; devil's decisions populate prisons
Resistin' arrest, officer investigate my space
Industrial strength flashlight, bash me in my face
This police state, motivates, drug market maneuvers
Gat shooters, visionary military computer
Operation specialist My intelligence breeds benevolence
Of crack-infested family inheritance
No evidence, gunshots like three blast
Dippin' out the back with the jet-black ski mask
Can't identify, who he? You can't see
Jumble the visibility, we camouflage to crimes be
My mind be, venturing into territories
Eighteen hundred and twenty five days; end of story

Everywhere I go Five-O wanna follow
Every time I flow it's like there's No Tomorrow
I can bring happiness or I can bring sorrow
You don't wanna mess around there's No Tomorrow

It's Abraham baggin' grams on the beach in France
Militia dance in my Tony Cicero stance
Exaggerated and over blow grimace like the technique of Sugar Ray's left hook
Born to menace, Mahatma Christ, Brooklyn's baddest on the streets
Bless beats with treats, strictly prime meats for all my peeps
Non-Phixion; incredible goons bringing the Legacy
Shit realer than actresses rocking double mastectomies
I represent like Canarsie Artie
Quick to stick a party, intoxicated from Bacardi
Real shit, legit like pigs who carry biscuits
Intrinsic, like your collar mined he owed for brisket
Don't risk it, like Mumia before a caper
Upstate rats get buried, on two point five acres
A crook with line plus my alibi designed to jerk
Housing officials and feds looking for Tec-9s
I been through more shit than Rocky Dennis
Or Craig Mack's blemish, MC's suck rhymes then replenish
Back in Iceland we handy with the gadgets
Crime-ridden like Jared extortion karats on Sabbath
Keep it rugged like Tommy
Waco will play your devastation
And sixty X's for my nation

Everywhere I go 5-0 wanna follow
Every time I flow it's like there's No Tomorrow
I can bring happiness or I can bring sorrow
You don't wanna mess around there's No Tomorrow