[Chorus: Hi-Rez & A-F-R-O]
I walked through hell and made it out alive
Shut your mouth, don't want your damn advice
The real ones just arrived (Yo, yo)
I will not apologize (Hi-Rez, yo)
Turn this shit to overdrive (FRO, FRO)

[Verse 1: A-F-R-O]
When I trigger the tick of the timing
When I gotta put 'em in a predicament within the rhyming
I gotta do it, gotta committing a bit of the violence
I never hid it, I'm a nigga that 'bout to get him a body
Better off leaving it silent
'Bout to arm, nigga that 'bout to bomb, my nigga to keep it calm
Key the car, keep believing you beat me, I beat the odds
Wonderful loser, I'm 'bout to usin' the voodoo
A nigga that butter and know, you niggas about to know what I'm 'bout to do to you
And when I gotta go cray on a beat, I better hollow it
Automatic, and ain't no way a motherfucker follow it
Methodical, he known to be the prodigal, oughta go
Amistad, or I can leave another brother Matalo!
Bottom line, the nigga that 'bout to do it, the nigga to pardon mine
Apartheid, the missile to nuke it until they all died
Overdrive, get 'em notified, the brother to archive
On the mind, all bizarre, on the frontline, one time
I unwind, I'm unkind, I run by the pain
Alumni, I untie and comply the brain
The nigga that 'bout do it, I gotta give 'em another guarantee
I keep it zooted and suckas'll know I got the kerosene!
Beautiful music is suited for the one, the listener
The visionary bury everybody, be the minister
The incubus in abyss, and I be the one to benefit
It be the fatality, Mortal Kombat finisher!
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