Yo I rose early mornin', spread my wings yawnin'
Vague memory of last night now it's all dawnin'
Look down and see dry blood all on my garment
It stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin' my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight man brawl three men fall
Bullets flew I had to drug my man behind a wall
Left a wet trail, delivered these slugs like air mail
Directly at the cat that made my man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of life
Is you man or mice, thugs or the cowardly type?
I kick that '98 shyt for your ears to list
nikka P way ahead of his time, surpassed kids
(fukk you kids be doin' yo?)
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Kickin' rhymes that's true lies
Let me break 'em down to size minimize they air time
After this you never will go back to that which
Sit back an' write half ass shyt
The last official taking out the artificial
Let me relieve you replace that shyt with some lethal
Mobb, remember the name it's been along
That nikka's shook to death from the first fukkin' song
Fluidly my mind flooded with jewels infinite
The kinda rap bandits in attics stuck on some live shyt
Bear witness to this diligent street cat
I carry myself hold myself down in fact
This one dedicated to my nikkas on run
Holdin' big gats go for your gun
Prepare to crush them we trust none
Man who ain't down with the clan
The Mobb dynasty apparently you thought I was some other type
nikka you could fukk with you shyt outta luck
Boss I break your compass throw you way off course
We buildin' from ground up startin' from ground zero
Mafia on da see the name upon the mirror
Durable physically fit raps articulate
You get your whole skeleton cracked somethin' ridiculous
Still fascinated by my ste
Little P wanna be me, huh you no D
, nobody does that dark, grimy boom bap shyt like Havoc does; easily one of the GOAT producers.
