~Freestyle~ 18+

I'm above the law, making cops shit they drawers
They won't even dispatch the call, if my name is involved
While you pray to Allah, reading your Quran, and your teachings of Muhammad
I'm in my crib and be studying thuganomics
Don't ever get it confused, messing with Pinda the human rubiks cube
Turning my block upside down like a punk like you got something to prove
I'm planning my attack on the next revolution whilst you making your chess move
Nigga, I'll be verbally mudering you thoroughly with a ounce of effort
I get drug tested everytime I spit upon one of these motherfucking records
I'ma a remarkable specimen, with an mind of a God and audible weapon
Processing lyrics in my mind in less that one hundredth of a God damn second
Got beef homie, I'll bring a ton of bullets in a barrel
Whilst you be writing diss songs that more friendly than a christmas carol
One two, one two, come through and run through
Gun who?, oh you don't know what the gun do
Some do, those who know are the hood rats that riding quiet
Fuck with one of them born hustlers and you'll provoke a riot
An if I'm around when it starts, I'll put their brains on the wall when I brawl
Get out your phone, woops, it too late for that 9-1-1 call
The fake G'z stay beefing but for real they be bluffing
Scream like little girls when I feed them their mothers as stuffing
So sit back and relax and leave the rap shit to me!!