n-ggas know the verdict, I'm filthy Drop Phantom is milky White on white, 24 inch blades of steel Red eye smoking that bomb shit N-ggas surprised, 50 back on fire
body counts, to drop pass seven degree's I'm a neva go home, blastin' on you bitch made Jealous ass niggas, switchin' up like a switch blade Life is what
Walker sees the mist rise Over no man's land He sees in front of him A smashed up waste ground There are no fields or trees No blades of grass Just unhurried
The sirens are screamin' And the fires are howlin' Way down in the valley tonight There's a man in the shadows With a gun in his eye And a blade shinin
Pack up your things Your work here is done A slave to the beast No mercy with time No mercy with time They bound you with the fire Then push you into
your heart is just a stabbing Bloody eyes can't describe The nature of your hacking Back to front the blade tastes blunt In the safety of your bedroom No desire to touch the fire
I Set it Off, on the left just for spite The E Double bring the brofunkadelcreeptic hahahHAHAHA Ahahahaha My style's incognito I'm sharper than a razor blade
I'll walk through fire, through fire Oh - I'll walk through fire for you, through fire Maybe someday we'll walk through fire, through fire Oh I'll walk through fire for you, through fire
taking place Let the war drum set the pace, you face fire Resume, from the Temple of Boom and seek higher thought Maybe you live, or maybe not, the blade
big body, blowin' cushions where you can find me For figures, we bust triggers, who could fuck with us? Dub, E-40, Christ Bearer, plus RZA Stick you with the Blade
way And let's go We're now smoking with the best (the best) Now where there's smoke, there's fire Where there's fire, there's flames Where there
box in the river And Rising in the Sun Trust none of what you hear And less of what you see This is what we?ll be This is what we?ll be I got a shiny saw blade
top, rips this holy night The street's alive as secret debts are paid Contacts made, they vanished unseen Kids flash guitars just like switch blades
the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave Behind the tent, the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade
life Before all yo time run out (run out) Put them bottles on ice while I'll roll another one up [Verse 2: Mikey Rocks] (Yeah, yeah) I'm in a fire twips
as I blow you to your knees, have you curled up in a corner like a dog, with hoof in mouth disease Spittin razor blades, cuttin veins you can't stitch
Don't you take your eyes off the quiet ones, the silent ones With the assassin smile, the most violent Train until their bleeding, crying, perspiring And gun rings firing
you ain't no loc Tell your girlfriend to get off of my dick And she need to quit "Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z [Verse 1:] I'm on fire survival, admire you