"Plenty pot around me, but I ain't seen no gold"
"Plenty pot around me, but I ain't seen no gold"

"And to the rhythm I'm a slave"
"It's what I do to get paiiiiiid"

"And to the rhythm I'm a slave"
"It's what I do to get paiiiiiid"

Yo

[Verse 1 :]

The key to form lyrical sentences
Is to abide with the instrument
Words will instantly come out intricate
As your feelings will slide out it's element (Your heart)
Heading toward the beat!
Don't let your mind always conquer
As It is to these words a bunker
But the heart ownes the realistic ones
Not all about the blunts, sums and guns
It's between your lungs
Carry over with the rhythm
You also could potentially splay and widen their mental kingdom
To make a better system

"To the beat! I compete to slaughter it"
"To the beat! I compete to slaughter it"

"Even though I am a lone wolf on this joint"
"I am verbally surpassing my limits"

[Verse 2 :]


Somehow you'd find yourself overwhelming these instruments
You might murder one, as you would serve a sentence
So get easy on them niggas, and let the words represent
Me? Realness is attached to me, difference is that it's a Semtex
Undercovers and thug niggas in the same text
AK47's, 74's, revolvers, 9's and tecs
I could face them if there are checks involved
But a situation could get easily revolved
Like : I spit fire that get extinguished right after
My main mission was to draft ya
But a reaction none other a laughter
Switch to the ratty, raw, rough on them flabby
A product out of these bars would work on caging you
Makin you catch a livin out of these lines I am sendin you
Maybe you could raise a few
Or would you be ashamed to?

"And to the rhythm I'm a slave"
"It's what I do to get paiiiiiid"

"And to the rhythm I'm a slave"
"It's what I do to get paiiiiiid"

[Verse 3:]

Back on the back of them niggas on the second verse
Undercovers gettin under cover, but with this bullet fire I immerse
On em! I plant a curse
Switch them mentalities, and make them hold a reverse
White sheet full of names, guess who's gettin their head burst
Yeah, and the bullet fire don't stop now
Just a moment I see backup, and another as my homies head goes BLAOW
As I am runnin to an alley to find a new piece of cover
Stunningly wounded, I needed to recover
Found a shelter on the way, had to go up the bars
Had to verbally surpass my past lines
As I am recovering from my scars

"To the beat! I compete to slaughter it"
"To the beat! I compete to slaughter it"

"Even though I am a lone wolf on this joint"
"I am verbally surpassing my limits"

[Verse 4 :]

Few backs went by, and I am under cover
Under cover by my lyrical instincts
As I graze through my limits
Found an old friend who was smokin on a Newport
He told me he could counterfeit passports
But it required me to get involved in some cap-peel
And the reward was to keep me concealed
Got a call from someone who worked for him and he could get me out of this living hell
Made me hop in a trunk full of niggas in a smaller situation
A life that you wouldn't ever experience as patient
The driver encountered someone in the street
Only saw a glance of the bullet fire from the bystander
Directed to the driver as in the past he did some slander
It's all a setup, as we hopped off on a brown hood
Full of thuggish mexicans, and that ain't gonna do us good
They kidnapped me to a dark room
As I experienced all kinds of doom
Interrogated me about where I am from, and who sent me
As well asking me did I have anything on me?
The only thing on me was shame
My only job was to pursue green
But I encountered on the way many harsh scenes
Life is a setup, as it would revolve against you
As the door was knocked off, and we were overwhelmed by tear gas
Everyone who was in the room disappeared in a flash
I was in a room full of grass
As it wore off, the hash!
Feeling squeezed and lashed! Rash
Knew it was all a setup
Dark and I couldn't see the light
But thoughts in my mind was the nine and a better life
What do I do? Live my life in a prison cell?
I'd rather die than be trapped in a living hell
They got me trapped