Lis'n to good productions and my man Primz go,
you ain't gotta be pro, to know they got flow.
Now it's my turn, to put on a show,
just hope I don't do like the wind and blow,
the battle tonight, when it's time to go,
shoot em up like an arrow and bow!
Man I feel, the suspension is real,
like an undercover cop in bad drug deal,
south of the border, I got my rhymes in order,
like my daughter throwing punches,
that's one of the things i taught her
Let me tell you somthin' else,
This ain't even my first language,
but still im'a bang this,
like a ho' yelling damn bitch!
Yo Fade, remember that time we met half past eight?
I remember it well, we got drunk and fell,
past the 6-7th gates of hell.
Was' good, Armani and Keys?
shoot the internet up let'em rest in peace,
eat a sandwich when we done,
made with bacon and cheese.
At this point,
I don't even know wtf I'm saying,
it don't matter tho, we just up in here playing,
like a preacher slaying or a cannibal praying,
we fuck all the bad bitches, but you know we not staying.
Brrrrrrrrrrraa!