[Intro]
Yeah yeah, no intro, let's go
[Verse 1: Britizen Kane]
Locked and loaded, target hit when I got this mic gripped
Want to sprint race with the bars, I might just run them out their Nike ticks
Moment of silence (Please), feel like Pac fans in '96, now I'm pissed
Just had to lose MF DOOM off my best rapper alive list
(Raaaaar) R.I.P
My family love to rap, affiliated like the Dungeon fam
Anti-gang [?] (Yea) like Goodie Mob, that might make me [?] lumberjacks, ([Wouldn't that?])
Either way I'm the future and a mic killer and that's some real talk that you couldn't catch (Haha)
[Chorus: Turkish Dcypha]
Locked and loaded, got the focus, one shot never miss
They want to go, it's not their moment, run and tell them this
No days off here, we been doin' night shifts
No days off here
[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
(Nickel)
Uh, Nickel Nine'll play the [lye?] and lift your mind up
She got you back, blow her back out, pick your spine up
I live life lifeless, I'm young 'til I'm done
My mid-life crisis, will be when I'm a hundred-and-one (Whoo)
My life's an accident, my mic is a gun
My daughter and my son's life is like a hit and run ([?])
I'm a livin' bar tab, I'm Michael Bivins to your boys
I'm posion, I'm a skiddin' car crash ([?])
I'm a gettin' cash nigga, with a passion
For ass kickin', my style's infamous for back splittin' (Back splittin')
I mediate the session, at the same time I'm about to blow like the nose of a deviated septum
Leave that ass passed out, that means she'll have an inebriated rectum
And that's the easy way to check her (Check her)
And you ain't gotta like me, just play the record (Record)
If you ain't vibin' like me, just say your neck hurt
Yeah yeah, no intro, let's go
[Verse 1: Britizen Kane]
Locked and loaded, target hit when I got this mic gripped
Want to sprint race with the bars, I might just run them out their Nike ticks
Moment of silence (Please), feel like Pac fans in '96, now I'm pissed
Just had to lose MF DOOM off my best rapper alive list
(Raaaaar) R.I.P
My family love to rap, affiliated like the Dungeon fam
Anti-gang [?] (Yea) like Goodie Mob, that might make me [?] lumberjacks, ([Wouldn't that?])
Either way I'm the future and a mic killer and that's some real talk that you couldn't catch (Haha)
[Chorus: Turkish Dcypha]
Locked and loaded, got the focus, one shot never miss
They want to go, it's not their moment, run and tell them this
No days off here, we been doin' night shifts
No days off here
[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
(Nickel)
Uh, Nickel Nine'll play the [lye?] and lift your mind up
She got you back, blow her back out, pick your spine up
I live life lifeless, I'm young 'til I'm done
My mid-life crisis, will be when I'm a hundred-and-one (Whoo)
My life's an accident, my mic is a gun
My daughter and my son's life is like a hit and run ([?])
I'm a livin' bar tab, I'm Michael Bivins to your boys
I'm posion, I'm a skiddin' car crash ([?])
I'm a gettin' cash nigga, with a passion
For ass kickin', my style's infamous for back splittin' (Back splittin')
I mediate the session, at the same time I'm about to blow like the nose of a deviated septum
Leave that ass passed out, that means she'll have an inebriated rectum
And that's the easy way to check her (Check her)
And you ain't gotta like me, just play the record (Record)
If you ain't vibin' like me, just say your neck hurt
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