[Verse1: Da Real Crisis]
Load up the magazine,I shoot your head off clean
I aim i don't need a beam,who gon take one for the team
Everything ain't what it seems,get dirt napped for the green
And it ain't just over anything it's more like be head the king
Despite smiling while climbing,I ain't a jolly giant
I'll send in the super hybrid,pop you in both your eyelids
And now the lion's silenced,I go against Goliaths
I was the kid with the laser pen taking down pilots
Mischievious and stubborn but as hot as the sun burn
I just write and I see firm,and it's never not one blur
You a sneak thiever a dirty low creature
This pistol wippin will make up for times momma ain't beat ya
The executive approaches got iTunes to notice
The hustle was like a compound mixed with different potions
I show up to an event and slide with any freak
While you have dreams of nightmares,the opposite of Meek
Hydro Shocks will leave you crippled and broken
My notion,the real live while the rest are croakin
Whole family been through hell and I'm not joking
If I told you what each of us went through you'd think I'm smoking
Ten shots to the body,you'll really meet Gotti
There's no Percaset for the pain when it comes from a shotty