What you know about that fallin, fallin
Babylon this so called great dead, wait,
Dread bout to update the d**h rate in one take,
Make no mistake we the real deala,
The radical natural born wig-splitter.
Gonna getcha, with the style that make your soul holla.
More drama, though when droppin the sure-shot,
I rock it steady, be ready till the track is diminished
And when the die goes belly up consider it finished
Sounds like it's war to me,
Peace, Love, and causalities