Sword and Bullet

I can’t let my guard down all around these losers Been drunk of the Sake, Purple Haze and hookahs Gone for a second so you better get used to The illest nigga, keep codeine up in this juice cup This beat banging so I’m right in my lane? I'm from the same streets where broke niggas fight over change It's obvious, (What?) Y'all show the Pharaohs respect You see niggas getting handled than you're probably next This is for my now y niggas, send a copy to Flex But Philly been getting it in since they popping cassettes It's a drama theme, MC's just don’t get it Till you pistol whip a nigga right out of existence So hurry hurry you're the next contestant Giving niggas the real me without the aggression Gotta finesse it, the game loves when we spit Like a pussy whip nigga when he cuffing his bitch (whoa) Pussies better run I'mma keep the story short cause the plot heavy I’m Lee Mavo riding dirty in a box Chevy Pop crown, pop Henny, pop clowns, pop steady Calm deadly, palms sweaty, every time count fetti We're coming for blood, money power respect Pharaoh's general so I devour rejects Got these chickens turned out Never been turnt up I don’t do things twice, mistakes gotta learn from Air these niggas out, rappers are a danger Feeling resurrected, bloody jumping out the manger Zero tolerance, start fucking up these haters If I don’t see you now pussy I'mma see you later AOTP we back nigga Nigga I don’t even like to rap (No) I like to snap grab the mic and wrap the cord around your neck The shit will burn you like a lighting match I meet a bitch and leave a bitch, really I don’t need a bitch It's cold outside, it's common sense to let the heaters spit Ironically I’m rational cause all of my music is past classical My classical music is not national I’m somewhere out on Mars with it Car tinted, arsenic Burn you till you dark skinned, I'm hard headed but marketed Retarded with this artist shit You starting shit I'm past the finish line My mind is on some other shit like a horror flick Calling through to your fraud or groupie or broad with dookie Coming out the mouth when I see 'em it's gon' be Call Of Duty Keep staring, you gon' be blind soon After tearing your eyes out I'm terrorizing your iTunes Bulletproof rap, I supply goons This a bottle of ? you gon' die soon, nigga How many bodies have I passed through? Possibly five Before we ascend to the one of the posthumous lives After all the blood gone, the commodity dies Why Vinnie ill? That's just geography, Pa The ape man, the space man, the Carl Sagan With the knowledge of an intellectualized pagan I've got shooters from ? Island to ? Haven The perfection is the accomplishment of starvation You can't be a general without having soldiers That's the perfection of rhythm, it's a magnum opus Talent doesn't mean anything if you lacking focus That's why most of you motherfuckers is rather hopeless