Originally Posted by
J.T.S.
Blast his face in the rachet race at a rapid pace
Flatten fakes for cakes stick forks in em like steaks
shots make the body shake damaged legs i signed his ankle brace
snakes get slayed found hit with pound man down in alleyways
I'm Ali great holding the torch a master at this bloodsport
Endure what would have you a loser in battle face in the gravel
This is time travel a design of mind arrows from a fly pharoah
barrel full so i can drop a hundred raging bulls
when i spit i was praised in school raised on brew
when it's beef watch the blocks full of thugs flock with tools
shorties get schooled on how to run when shots blew
bloodpools to wakes we salute the real and forget the fakes
carbon copy emcee's don't squeeze they pay off the jakes
dots connected he breaks records after he wrecked it
to shambles a weapon bamboo stick not the one to gamble with
banging on wax like bloods n' crips watch me flip
and makes misses strip i'm on some wizard shit
magical, tragical, to dazzle the avenue
mobb deep to battle you drop a gem on em like Havoc do