[Verse 1: Rod Or Die]
Who really wants the Drama
C4 at your door without a trail
Osama
People grinding in my city change on the counter
But change hasn't occurred in some years
Obama
We still living in the PJs no Pajamas
I'm talking real life
Street corners no Bahamas
All I knew was Dock street
Honestly that one block next to 2 allys
A corner store, and a save A Lot
Graffiti on the porch of aunt Nicki's
The Jamaican spot
They would sell Lucie's for the low
I would've paid to watch
I seen it at a hustle
Something light not a danger spot
Black Hood's up
Blue chucks
An I spitting to my peers
Poetic flows like I new stuff
Auto tune, Doomed to be zombies like the Ku Klux uh
That rude boy something slick you gotta groove huh
I can do stuff to make your mind frame loose up look
I got the urge to splurge before and after
The nukes drop the earth and survivors can feel the magma
Spitting out fire
Sweating lava it's a disaster
"You scared for your life - you can't breath"
That's my Asama
I'm going ghost
Not talking Casper
I'm trynna turn the East Coast into Lyrical master's
And cure the minds of ba*tards
That's what I'm supposed to do
7:30 Street lights on its past my curfew
Night times the fright time
Fears watching over you
Dope heads be high all the time but they'll be sober soon
Fed's watching over you
You need a escort
So you better call your momma she'll be pissed your not on that porch
Talking reckless
Got me breathless I'm not gon make it
I'm constant stressing
No confessing we gotta face it
Walking down the road on a night like this
A young son, Easy target rubber bands on his wrist
Empty mind, 9 on the dot
But time still ticks the cypher starts in 20 minutes
Can you spit with a lisp?
I can do it homie book me I don't care what spot
But just know HIIDEF's making MCs drop
We drop bombs
Yeah
It's Rod... Lyrics Matter!