[Verse 1: Pacewon] I'm the truth Like Wonder Woman, tie me with a golden lariat I'm Jesus, you're a Judas Iscariot But this time in now you want a verse, there's a variant Cause this time I'm gonna drop the cross and make you motherf**ers carry it Get down on one knee and ask to marry it Count each time it says, "No retaliate" And I'll be in the Caddy with [?] and Dirty Harriet So high I feel like I'm being pulled by thirty chariots I can't explain the frame of mind that I am in But I feel rejuvenated like I took a vitamin Now let's fill what I am in, I'm seeing all these images [?] limitless Every Emcee needs to mimic this And keep it pushing like cartels and syndicates I don't know what has gotten into kids They must be smoking to much indica I'm here to heal them like the Book of Leviticus Sorry that I'm blade, I was in the cut I write a letter to the hood and seal it with a kiss Take a picture of the hood and pin it up I'm attached to it Like a puppet And the string I'm hung from; I can't cut it So each and every time you hear my f**in' song pump it And don't act like an a** with a stick stuck up it, motherf**er [Chorus] Make no mistake, for real I wouldn't hesitate to k** (family, k**in' all these weak rappers) Make no mistake, for real I wouldn't hesitate to k** (family, k**in') You mothaf**in' b**hes Make no mistake, for real I wouldn't hesitate to k** (Weak rappers steady makin' hits, f** that) Make no mistake, for real I wouldn't hesitate to k** (Weak rapper, yo f** that) [Verse 2: Cy Marshall Law] I come Hot in the game Ya'll Rockin' the same Channel, the spirits of Roc and McCain Start co*kin' the flame Like cool[?] You gonna' be chalkin' the name Don't be surprised when I rocket to fame I got hip-hop in my vein I'm super sane cyclone On the mic' device You would think there was a Cy clone But twice as nice I got friends to hold the toasta' When I go to unholsta' They shoot bullets that fly from here to Nova Scotia The flow is dope When I'm done I'll have them throw it to Nova Skin is the color of Coke-a-Cola Rock the coast, talking head God know even ghosts walk through walls to hear my flow [?] illin' now With that k**in' style that's longer than the river Nile Consider how old these emcees [?] Fly from thirst (Jerz) to Hungry Humbly I can't f** with me I stay s**er free You coming out but I'm going in And trying to put me in a box is a vote to win The inner tornado I'm as calm as the Dalai Lama I know it's not the ganja I know that God is my body armor I ain't American Pharaoh but the n***a sounds Every verse is triple crown when I rip it down I'm either for or against you f** a middle a ground Even in my own house party-in Kid I don't play around [Chorus] Make no mistake, for real I wouldn't hesitate to k** (family, k**in' all these weak rappers) Make no mistake, for real I wouldn't hesitate to k** (family, k**in') You mothaf**in' b**hes Make no mistake, for real I wouldn't hesitate to k** (Weak rappers steady makin' hits, f** that) Make no mistake, for real I wouldn't hesitate to k** (Weak rapper, yo f** that) [Outro] Step up and test the sk**s You can get my testicles