I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage
I shit, runnin' through bitches like Emmitt Smith
Yo, watch me bang the headpiece there's no survival
He tried to cock it, blast these shots like, rockets
P L O, criminal thoughts you never heard of
Nobody must stress there's three bags of sess
Peep the smash on paragraphs of ruckus
And I be raw, for four score plus seven more
The street, before they end up layin' in a coffin'
The violent mind, I blast with a silent nine
I gets in where I fits in for head touchin', listen
'Cause I made it look like they both killed each other
New York defiant, brutal like domestic violence
What evil lurks in the heart of men?
Don't sleep, niggaz tend to forget, however
Track em through the mud then I bag 'em
I switch, the city never sleeps, life's a bitch
Leavin' mics with third degree burns
Serious, the craziest d-da
I don't give a fuck tell that bitch and a nigga
Bust bullet holes on the chops
Murder, underground beef for the burger
Powerful, poetry pushed past the point of no return
(The nigga tried to stab you God)
We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my balls
My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
Thirteen pounds on the table plus a tec
Brains get stained like tablecloths when I let off
Foes grab their chairs
But I dodged it
Desert stormin', I be searchin' for Oasis
My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life support short
To be mad as Ralph Cramden
As I run a mile with a racist
If you can take us there
Caution, niggaz best to be careful crossin'
My move for the table was swift, I got my hostage
Only one kick would knock the hinges off the door
When you ain't lookin', I take the queen, with the rook then
Wu-Tang
A damn I rest, playing chess, yes
I get vexed, layin' phat trax on Ampex
Just when I said, "Where the fuck's the cream?"
The jerk tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck
Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket
Silence of the Lambs, occurred when I slammed in
My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn
(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
I'm killin', snipin', catchin' murder cases
Like jail, electrifying the third rail
(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
Amorphous God, gettin' drunk, off a triple X
Peace to the number seven
I want the number one spot
I don't know what's going on
Let me at 'em, I cramp your style like a spasm
With the science, of a giant
Niggaz said, "Carlton youse a ill motherfucker"
And I'm out
Everybody else get the fo' nine three eleven
Violent time, I got more love than valentines
I had a plot, scheme, that I knew for sure
Lyrical shots from the glock
Enemy, is the industry got me flippin'
Hot time, summer in the city
(Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck wit)
It be the shadow, street life, flowin' again
My people represent, get busy
Day-da danger, dangerous style
Another jerk came out the kitchen with the M 16
Peep this, my nigga, case lives forever
Pullin' swords, hit the Billboard with a bullet
The heat seeker, on a mission from Hell's kitchen
Others come with shit, as silly as Art Carney
But my Tetley triplies, more kids than Barney
