[Sample]
7-yard, Mozambique drill, with a Khar-PM9. 2 to the center of mass, one to the head. Starting from low ready
[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
No-knock raid in the night time
Flash bang grenade, running blind
Bat out the cave, I was back flying
Whatever they find, it ain't mine
Waco to Ruby Ridge, white privileges
Fuck the police, let the modified Uzi spit
30-shot clip
That won't fly where you moolies live
Well-regulated militias, blood bredrin
Blue and Red, 'bout that second amendment
Open-carry 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 Gear, Gears of War, more shootin'
Flanking maneuver, Nuremberg, they sore losers
Little crews click up like Cuba
Lil' 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 fuck is not clear?
Two shots to the body, one head-shot: kill
Mozambique style, yeah that's my drill
Fuck your rhyme style, that shit's not ill
Fuck the molly, I don't pop pills
Just spit so I can rap, but you don't got skill
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
7-yard, Mozambique drill, with a Khar-PM9. 2 to the center of mass, one to the head. Starting from low ready
[Verse 1: Billy Woods]
No-knock raid in the night time
Flash bang grenade, running blind
Bat out the cave, I was back flying
Whatever they find, it ain't mine
Waco to Ruby Ridge, white privileges
Fuck the police, let the modified Uzi spit
30-shot clip
That won't fly where you moolies live
Well-regulated militias, blood bredrin
Blue and Red, 'bout that second amendment
Open-carry 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 Gear, Gears of War, more shootin'
Flanking maneuver, Nuremberg, they sore losers
Little crews click up like Cuba
Lil' 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 fuck is not clear?
Two shots to the body, one head-shot: kill
Mozambique style, yeah that's my drill
Fuck your rhyme style, that shit's not ill
Fuck the molly, I don't pop pills
Just spit so I can rap, but you don't got skill
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
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