The heavy metal king, hold big shyt with spare clips
You see eclipse when the Mac spit, your top got split
Laying dead with open eyes, close his eyelids
Turn off his light switch to darkness
It's deep in the abyss of street life
Blood on my kicks, shyt on my knife
You's the wild child, kid cold turnin men into mice
I was born to take power, leave my mark on this planet
The Phantom of Crime Rap, nikkas is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness
POW nikkas is found MIA
We move like the special forces, Green Beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't claim shyt brand new
Back in '89 the same way
The god P walk with a limp see, but simply to simplify to shyt,
No man can go against me, test me, you must be bent G
Don't tempt me I had this full clip for so long it needs to empty
The reason I full for so long cause I don't waste shyt
You properly hit, blood in your mouth so you can taste it
Quiet is kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs, claiming that they gonna rob the Mobb when they see us
I tell you what black, here’s the issue
It’s a package deal, you rob me,
You take these missiles along with that,
I ain’t your average cat
fukk rap, I’m trying to make CREAM and that’s that
Whatever it takes, however it gots to go down
Four mics on stage or motherfukking four pound
Speakers leaking out sound and nikkas leaking on the ground
I could truly care less,
The God gon get his regardless
Blow for blow, let's find out who here hardest
This rap artist used to be a stick-up artist
Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it
A live nikka stay on point never disregard shyt
Or forgot the essence from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshyt for the birds
Live up to my words, if I got beef nikkas coming in herds
We flush through, your clique get purged..
let's appreciate this gem of a track brehs
