[Sample]
7-yard, Mozambique drill, with a Khar-PM9. 2 to the center of ma**, one to the head. Starting from low ready
[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
Known to operate in the night time
Flash bang grenade, running blind
Bat out the cave, I was [?frag/flag] flying
Whatever they find, it ain't mine
[?Wake all the ruby ribs], white privileges
f** the police, let the modified Uzi spit
30-shot clip
That won't fly where you moodies live
Where regulated militia is blood brethren
Blue and red, about that second amendment
Open [?K/keg] turns chess to checkers
Infringe on property rights
Rightly lose your life over a necklace
Legal iron drive [?]
Fired, iron eagle taxi driver
Flags fly, metal gears
Gears of war
More shooters
Flanking maneuver, know them birds, they sore losers
Little crews click up like Cuba
Little dudes who will put two in your chest
One in the computer
[Verse 2: Faro Z]
Always on time like a hi-hat
Right in the middle of the boons, where you find that?
MC FZ, flowing on the beat
Set your watch to a middle of a the pocket
Where I'm rhyming
Right at the speed of light
You should clock that
Right in your vision of sight
You can watch that
When I spit lyrics on the mic
Can't stop that
I feel so good, I kiss myself to [?hop back]
One time on the good foot
This is all true like it's written in the good book
Battling your boy FZ, not a good look
You wanna play those types of games then good...
Luck, cause the book stops here
Said it before, what the f** is not clear?
Two shots to the body, one head-shot: k**
Mozambique style, yeah that's my drill
f** your rhyme style, that sh**'s not ill
f** the molly, I don't pop pills
Just spit so I can rap, but you don't got sk**
And if I don't recognize, if it is not real
Who's playing around?
No tricks in 86, it's time to build
No mistakes allowed
You call yourself MC's?
If you were lifting a gun
You couldn't move the crowd
Please
Yo, somebody call Eric B
Obviously I come from a different pedigree
Especially since I got a whole other set of weaponry
That you've never seen, that's me (yuh!)
For my last trick, great feat of magic; three shots
Watch his blood pop out the top of his head
I call that a rabbit and a hat trick, you know the drill
[Verse 3: Curly Castro]
Spit like Phil Rizzuto
Cooking up like rice risotto
In a crock-pot, Brooklyn zooloo
Alley Kubrick shoot the promo, yuh
Tar-baby terror, terrorizing territories
Running with [?snowflakes and trip]
Just so I can feel the glory
Aiming like [?]
All the gunpowder we steward
I'm a battlefield hit
Kiss a bullet, oh my lordey. When you
Try to call the heavens, line was busy, purgatory
I be flying daggers, never call it cla**, rob it all
I'm the love child of aurora
Into [?]
Play mancala for the fallen
Spitting waller, mighty morphing
Larry Legend with the ma**acre [?]
Turtle ninjas, with katanas
Turn to Ra-tat-tat-tat-tat
Smoking bags, of that finest
Curly Casey, [?]
Talking all the black an white
When the black is only right
Woods, Elucid and Castro
The black is only life
[Sample]
There's the bodies, and there's the heads
[Verse 4: Elucid]
[?] black clan hooded bandit gypsy
Jazz-man [?] down
Break the bank just seen expeditious
Sinfully, I'm somewhere laid up
Swirling aged grams [?and ramp of] whisky
Red hand at heavy lifting
Peeling sets of hands of pimples
Fancy neighbors
[?No one dance and then called in favors]
Blue dream, [?suit sayer], under Ursa Major
King of the Spade, tied to his chamber
Chess player, grand dragon slayer
Sensual gang bang, [?]
That's how you really f** haters
Any takers?
Race traders anonymous, common sense
Low tolerance for boot licking and non-polishers
Ba** like [?]
Harlem shake [?...the devour-er]
Cowards got their tongue chopped
Have-nots share crop [?]
Heat-rock sizzle
Ghosts of the temple
Flows everlasting pulled from a thimble
Simpleton, I got you penciled in
Tin tin wins [?]
Mozambique
Armand Hammer's [?creed]
At ease
[Gunshots]