i spit dis shit from my heart dark art who fuck wit dis liquid get quick wit not a damn one dark art i dragged ur face along tha ground cause sparks burn out tha rubber ya chick screamin holiday you da man holla back boy at 20 grand flat thats 20 stacks 20 facts wit plenty of ways to get my pockets fat but i saty true to da art hip-hop got my heart not tha corporate thugs get filled wit slugs confused ya switch up directions get hit wit da smith n wesson lear a valuable lesson before they catch tha death hand a socialist political nigga rappin hardcore they all ask what happened to my mans ya mans had to spit ill cuz if i didn't they was goin to kill what i love had to stop tha bullshit before i went to my dressed n grabbed da four fifth dat dese niggaz can kick wit no holdin me back i came i conquered just like crack
