[Intro]
Are we on the air?
Hello Mom
We gonna give it to you raw

[Verse 1]
Yo, I got "sight beyond sight" like the Sword of Omens
Beats are left broken by the wise words spoken
Survive living, driven by blood money hunger
Snakes lay, waiting impatiently to steal your thunder
We stay sharp, state-of-the-art, tear the stage apart
Razor Sharp poison darts raid the charts
Through the underground, some are found chained and bound
The gun sparks like the bloodhound and hunts you down
The hood life, I'm in it to the limit
Wouldn't quit it for a digit, die for it 'cause I live it
Before I let go, have correct dough
I bust my shit off, I'm out to blow the lid off, alert the metro
I glow like a lazer lights show, your eyes squint
Vibrant, true colors, I move swift and silent
Living by the day, hearts are cold like winter nights
Got a hot ten on the dice in this game of life
A-alikes in tune, immune to snake bites
Roll like the blue coats with no lights, late night
Sworn criminal, born original on a lyrical high
Perform miracles before your 3rd eye
Sir I light up the Round Table
Lockin the king's crown, able to hold it down stable
Fatal TEC-9s could make mines deadly duties
Fatal beauties seduce me, used by a hootie and the blowfish groupie
Unruly, Fist of Fury fly loosely
Cash Still Rules, ain't nothin' new, tuck your jewellry
[Verse 2]
Just when you thought it was safe to make a name for yourself
The blows delf, you get stripped for your belt
Run your garments, feather-weights don't know what you involve in
Revolving in fantasy, you dilute the solvent
My hip-hop quoted as an Uncontrolled Substance
Rough from the beginning, whispered in my blood
Since my child days, blazed, working on entery level
Empty metal jackets are found, no sign of Rebel
The Iyatollah, Kenny Rogers in the game of high rollers
Side-kick, Lucky Hands the dice thrower
Amputate tracks, blow back the mic holder
Golden axe blade come down, the mic's over
Taking flight in the Rover, nobel street soldier
Deep cover mission, rap spies be my folder
INS AKA J. Hunter
Vocal gunner, known to choke-hold the Funky Drummer
Hundred city tour for the summer
The latch door, Wu Forever roar through your four runner
My all-star team put up Jordan-like numbers
Small wonder, get your welcome mats snatched up from under