4th Disciple - The Shoot Out lyrics

{​​​​​​Movie Sample, Unknown man}​​​​​​ For some warriors, the answer is crystalised in an instant, their Instincts point them only one way. The truth becomes undeniable, and Apocylptic [Dom Pachino, P.R. Terrorist] I got a hunger for the mic my appetite strikes late at night Food for thought, hold down the fort Up in the port of riches last seen giving stitches Grab a cat by his gold rope crucifix, his team actin superstitious One eyein, one fakin, reachin for his iron One tryin to get close, I got the toast And I'm firin, blood gushin I think I hear sirens, commotion Still zonin off the war potion [Beretta 9] Yo wha, yo We be the masters of circuference My thought can't behold body, mind control substance For the key to this sh**, kid Examin the imposter, group of A-Alikes My team be deep like a roster, we rob stuff And break the legs of all imposters Cut the tongues off of snakes Just one hiss may cost ya, the price of ya life I say always think twice, remember always think twice Cause one f**in mistake may be comin your wake, kid So wake the f** up, yo wake the f** up, yo [Islord] Aiyoo, straight up and down Dont even bring that type of sh** around me You liable to get ya whole neck slapped off ya shoulders Quick fast, faster than the eye blink, so why think You could live amongst the, livest mc's And G-O-D's that I run with And collaborate my thoughts with To elevate to higher standing as I landed But never stranded as the God P.R. Terrorist apprehended an*log suspects on the set [Dom Pachino] Dirty doctrine, k**er concoction, rhyme rottin Stay plottin, yesterday went grenade shoppin Caught a nice one, grave the vest up This track I blessed it, make it bloody, ugly Dip it in mud, my soldiers gonna love me Grab a mic, look into the sunshine way above me Hold my forehead, today had my daily bread Shared it with you, make sure my fans are always fed [k**a Sin] Yo I'm pullin wrestiln moves On competition, headlocked into submission While shots are lickin Pickin through crops of intuition Yo my brain starts to change shorts are strange (what) Names brought in vain, court physical force of unexplained For the battle of my life in the night light This n***a grab a mic tight And strike with a flash like dynamite, right So figure this, k**a get vigorous A lyricist supremicist attackin the track like native villages Run, we still pillagin dunn