Are You Ready To Die

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And I'll kill anyone who dares to go against me

Are you ready to die? Ask yourself that question
No time for relaxing, that's just a suggestion
Ask yourself, are you ready for your last conviction
Death, by lethal lyrical injection
No protection from this non-detection method, cyanide
Are you ready to die
Are you ready to die? Are you ready to die
Ask yourself that question, are you ready to die

When I take charge of the mic, it's like a barged spike
Through your life, puncture your lungs, you ain't breathing right
Say goodnight, you fought your last fight
My mic flips so tight, I don't sweat your type

All fucked up and full of hype, you're in your darkest hour
Your last light, at the sound of my pipe burst
You die tonight, leave in a hearse as I ignite my curse verse
You die first, give me your best and your worst

This is my turf, since the day of birth
Set one foot on the earth, ruled the universe
My course is to disperse the source of my force
Bring it forth and destroy with no remorse

Hold down forth, take no sort of disrespect
Punk ass, rough neck with no intellect
Just what you reflect, feel the effect of what's next
Here's a hint, wear your bulletproof vest

Words will penetrate your chest and dismantle the rest
Until there's nothing left but the blood dripping mess
From my graphic tactics, ripping through your attic with the static
From my automatic verbal fanatic, got you in a panic

Rob your styles like a bandit, move on to the next candidate
You wanna battle my wit? Here's a taste of something you'll never get
Mind discipline, when words within, rip apart your skin
Setting off a foul grin upon your chin

Taking out you and your next of kin
Pure sin from my pen gives me the win
How you following? Take a lesson from this Cuban part Mexican
Your discretion is advised, I tell no lies
Mic through the eye, hell of a way to die

Are you ready to die? Ask yourself that question
No time for relaxing, that's just a suggestion
Ask yourself, are you ready for your last conviction
Death by lethal lyrical injection
No protection from from this non-detection
Method, cyanide, are you ready to die?
Are you ready to die? Are you ready to die
Ask yourself that question, are you ready to die

So when my soul's on fire, my flow's put MC to retire
While the beats make you wanna get higher
Call me sire of this game like chess
No stress, your mind I possess
Strategic rules set the quest, nevertheless

Give me your best move of hate, too late
Checkmate, seals your fate with closed gates
And no keys to escape, you feel rape violated
Or better yet, devastated by these sounds Pharaoh created
I know you hate it, but face it, they get you faded

Shit's so rough, you could call it gang related
But it's not, cause the plot within our plot is represent hip-hop
Blow up the spot and make everybody drop
Cause I got what it takes to make an MC break

I make them shiver and shake, your
Asleep and not awake for this here nightmare
So who cares to take a stare into my eyes
Just to realize, you about to die

Are you ready to die? Ask yourself that question
No time for relaxing, that's just a suggestion
Ask yourself, are you ready for your last conviction
Death by lethal lyrical injection
No protection from this non-detection method
Time out, are you ready to die
Are you ready to die? Are you ready to die
Ask yourself that question, are you ready to die

Couldn't understand the trade
I'll kill a bald dude before his head gets to fade
Camel Pharaoh master ceremony in await
Wait, wait!
Are you ready to die? No warning, snap the vertebrae

Move at a fast rate, penetrate in the fast lane
Take his life before his friend can't scream the last name
Crack him in the head, just so his head can feel the pain
Tie him to the tracks and watch him get run over by a train

Throw the victim in the U-Haul and drive to the cemetery
Throw gas on his body like the match and watch him bury
Ashes in a can 'Thats my man" is what he said

And if you act up like that, then you'll probably end up dead
There was a point in time when I used to rhyme for fun
Things have changed, I'm a kill gangster rap without the gun
Use the tongue in a battle, but if a dummy head tests

then I'll have to examine, he'll never see the rest
When it ends and it finishes, we begin the scrimmages
You can tell us how you feel, feel speaking images
It's a mirage, cause what you are is being a whack lyricist

A whack lyricist!
Kill the kid

Are you ready to die Ask yourself that question
No time for relaxing, that's just a suggestion
Ask yourself, are you ready for your last conviction
Death, by lethal lyrical injection
No protection from the salutation that's a cyanide

Are you ready to die
Are you ready to die
Are you ready to die
Ask yourself that question

Are you ready to die
Are you ready to die

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