Black Excellence GameboyJones (Ft. Breeton Boi, Diggz Da Prophecy, Ham Sandwich (USA), Mir Blackwell, None Like Joshua & Rapknight)
[Verse 1: Killer B (Diggz Da Prophecy)]
It's that one who got the streets buzzing, that Killer B
I spit flames, so feel the heat and I'm too chill like Dilla Beats
Like aye Ox big bro, I'm a change no lanes, we gang, I'm still a beast
Eight swords, I'm still a G, they all know who that Killer be
Uh, that's wassup, I'm the Ninja with the cold rhymes
Stunner shades on, I'm a do this like the old times
It's A and B convo, we got close ties
Step to us and bodies hanging up from the clothesline
[Verse 2: Afro Samurai (Ham Sandwich)]
Keep a kitana blade up in my hand, everybody wanna get up on my bands
I'm tryna get to the top of the spot, hella monsters and demons invade my land
I got the melanin, fro is so elegant, stay on the move, I can never be hesitant
Getting revenge on the opps is the medicine, chop em to pieces when I'm in my element
You got a problem, I send you to heaven, ain't no one left when I empty the seven
Everyone else tryna settle for second, I'm eating first, then I go up for seconds
Pulling up on me, it's viewer discretion, we do em like Kuma, he's barely alive
Mess with the Loop and we run through his section, a whole lot of people we bury tonight
[Verse 3: Piccolo (Mir Blackwell)]
You step into my turf, then you just ask to be dead
I turn his top into a turban, that's a round to his head
I let it pop, but then I'm swerving and the Astin is red
It's not a Glock, reload the arm up just to blast it again
Wait, these Saiyans be getting too cocky, how a little ape gonna stop me
I put that on my other half, I put everything on Kami
Sonning all these heroes, this generation I had to raise
That amazing, I made a fighter out of a bashful Saiyan
It's that one who got the streets buzzing, that Killer B
I spit flames, so feel the heat and I'm too chill like Dilla Beats
Like aye Ox big bro, I'm a change no lanes, we gang, I'm still a beast
Eight swords, I'm still a G, they all know who that Killer be
Uh, that's wassup, I'm the Ninja with the cold rhymes
Stunner shades on, I'm a do this like the old times
It's A and B convo, we got close ties
Step to us and bodies hanging up from the clothesline
[Verse 2: Afro Samurai (Ham Sandwich)]
Keep a kitana blade up in my hand, everybody wanna get up on my bands
I'm tryna get to the top of the spot, hella monsters and demons invade my land
I got the melanin, fro is so elegant, stay on the move, I can never be hesitant
Getting revenge on the opps is the medicine, chop em to pieces when I'm in my element
You got a problem, I send you to heaven, ain't no one left when I empty the seven
Everyone else tryna settle for second, I'm eating first, then I go up for seconds
Pulling up on me, it's viewer discretion, we do em like Kuma, he's barely alive
Mess with the Loop and we run through his section, a whole lot of people we bury tonight
[Verse 3: Piccolo (Mir Blackwell)]
You step into my turf, then you just ask to be dead
I turn his top into a turban, that's a round to his head
I let it pop, but then I'm swerving and the Astin is red
It's not a Glock, reload the arm up just to blast it again
Wait, these Saiyans be getting too cocky, how a little ape gonna stop me
I put that on my other half, I put everything on Kami
Sonning all these heroes, this generation I had to raise
That amazing, I made a fighter out of a bashful Saiyan
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