When we meet on the mic my bars become meteorites
No comparison when shots ring like the hands of Lebron and Mike
I'm Bill Russell uncompromised giving teams fatigue he live
Until death comes and the torch is passed to my son
Deeper than roaches and rats in the slums where ghetto bums with stinking breath slaughter house for crumbs
The drama trauma got us novacaine numb so some become Killers busting guns And niggas Rev Run
Paid in Full rats like Harlem Alpo
Killing Rich Porter for bricks of dogfood.. Puppy Chow outro
Flashing Lights at night make me Nike Air Flight
So tie your Jordans cause opposition is Final four scoring
Clashing over ice like New Jersey Devil's notorious shot kill BIG niggas without Warning
Stormy skies are the tears falling from God's eyes as I met demise
Retaliation came from allies on behalf of my life
Raised in a Group Home the realness was realized by seeing through real lies
Life is a gamble so watch how you roll the dice