[kung fu sample]
And apocalipt

[P.R. Terrorist]
I got a hunger for the mic, my appetite strike late at night
Food for thought, hold down a fort
Up in the Port of Riches, last seen giving stitches
Grab the cat, Wise, throw him on crucifix
His team actin superstitious
One eyein, one fakin, reachin for his iron
One tryin to get close, I got the toast and I'm firin
Blood gushin, I think I hear sirens, commotion
Still zonin off the war potion

[Beretta 9]
Yo, what?
Yo, we be the masters of circumference
My thought can't altered, body mind control substance
For the key to this shit, kid
The stamina imposter, a group of a-alikes
My team be deep like a roster, you lobster
We break the legs of all imposters
Cut the tongues off of snakes
Just one hiss may cost ya, I price on ya life
I should always think twice, remember always think twice
because one fuckin mistake may be comin away kid
So wake the fuck up, yo wake the fuck up, yo

[Islord]
Eh yo, straight up and down 
Don't even bring that type of shit around me
You liable to get ya whole neck slapped off ya shoulders
Quick fast, faster than the eye blink, so why think
You could live amongst the, livest mc's
and G-O-D's that I run with, and collaborate my thoughts with
to elevate to higher standard as I landed, 
but never stranded as the God P.R. Terrorist apprehended
analog suspects on the set

[P.R. Terrorist]
Dirty doctrine, killer concoction, rhyme rottin
Stay plottin, yesterday went grenade shoppin
Caught a nice one, grave the vest up
This track I blessed to make it bloody ugly 
Dip it in mud, my soldiers gonna love me
Grab a mic, look into the sunshine way above me
Hold my forehead, today had my daily bread
Shared it with you, make sure my fans are always fed

[Killa Sin]
Yo, I'm pullin wrestiln moves on competition
Headlocked until submission while shots are lickin
Pickin through crops of intuition
Yo my brain starts to change, all sorts of strange thought
Names brought in vain, caught physical force of unexplained
For the battle of my life in the night life
This nigga grab a mic tight and strike with a flash like dynamite, right
So figure this, Killa get vigorous
A lyricist supremicist attackin the track like native villages

Run, we still pillagin dunn

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