you got bars, flash 'em like a green card
you got bars, flash 'em like a green card
Modes I flip like baby sham and rah digga
Hands on experience I triumph with the trigger
Ghostwriter turned sniper, quick to pull trigger of .357 revolver like Budd Dwyer
Not only did they go full Chris Beniot, but they went full Chris Beniot like a sniper pulling the trigger
9/11 hijacker turned martyr striker, too much of a sniper for a BET cypher
It’s like they dropping shows out the sky,No promo, no soul… just pixels and vibes.
Chucky's bride strife, vile vibes shows a total disregard for human life
Propane in veins, I bake with Backdraft flames like heat wave did Central Plains
Corny cats are abstract comedy like when John Candy thought he was Minnesota Fats
Returning like wolf packs to dens it's mayday on the Frontline minus MC Ren
bank these bars call e'm landbanks before I real estate tracks like the greats
Notorious as Biggie lyrically, Lily Adams said I have more bars than AT&T
It becomes a fuckin' danger zone when I black out, I'm a sharpshooter motherfucker I blast barrels
Atomic zones where the hills have eyes due to deformed cannibalistic mutants’ chromosomes
From San Juan to the net, my style’s bi-dimensional,
Puerto Rico to the world, bilingual and intentional.
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