Lyrics:

[Talking] Yo you dealin' wid militant goons ya know what I'm sayin? Necro on the track, peace and love to BK Far Rock, drop it [Verse 1] I stash concealables under my underables, fuck them other crews I got a hundred goons bustin' you wid puncture wounds Nothin' but rage, nineteen ninety nine the world change Now it seem, the devil leaves the righteous man slain with the brain function, weak and callin' Reproduction, revolution, assassination, execution, collision It's best to find my religious credential politicians Devil's decisions populate prisons Resistin' arrest, officer investigate my place Industrial strength flashlight, bash me in my face These police they, motivate, drug market maneuvers Gat shooters, visionary military computer operation specialist My intelligence breeds benevolence Subtract infested cam of the inheritence No evidence, gunshots like three blast Dippin' out the back wid the jet black ski mask Can't indentify, who he?, you can't see Jumble the visibility, we camouflage to crimes be My mind be, venturin' into territories Eighteen hundred and twenty five days end of story Hook: Everywhere I go 5-0 wanna follow Everytime 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 (2x) *scratching of* 'Nah kid' 'It's only a matter of time' [Verse 2] It's Abraham baggin' grams on a beach in France Militia dancer my Tony Sicero stance exaggerated And overblow grimace like the technique of Sugar Ray's left hook born to menace, my hop wid Christ, bootless bandits on the streets Bless beats wid treats strictly grimey, for a