Released on January 1, 2007

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Diabolic

Will show you how to do this

Game's of rap now

Triple O, Brookyln Ac now

Check it

I'm not at all a baller, I'm a soldier for bread

Yeah I pop bottles with bar fights over ya head

Bitch you gave good brain, but I'm over ya head

Kind of like when I rhyme, I'm over ya head

Forced to dumb it down, so y'all know what I said

But I'm over the game, it's game over instead

What I've learned lately, made me stir <--(?) crazy

I learned Nina's a dead president's first lady

Left my nerves shaky, provoking violence

On every soldier who broke the code of silence

You need to open your eyes, see the ultraviolet

Before I open 'em for you and slash both your eyelids

Broke and wildling, raw gram bagging

Two chicks jumped on my dick like it's the bandwagon

So busy braggin' 'bout the rocks you picked off

Put a gun in your waist and almost shot your dick off

So pay attention to what I say and mention

I'm trying to own New York down to the mayor's pension

Can taste the tension, streets is talkin'

And the beast is hawkin', on every read <--(?) he's walkin'

Lookin' for an excuse to call reinforcements

So proceed with caution, or see a coffin

I'll read your fortune, to see the future

Squeeze a ruga <--(?), serve beef like Peter Lugar

D's and troopers, the first of three targets

To get set up ??, for first degree charges

Any rapper you put verses me garbage

I'd rather serve a demon, burn the weed harvest

You cannot be hood, you Hollywood pussy

Well Bolic just want that Hollywood pussy

I could rap for weeks, y'all just rappin' weak

You ain't have the streets, you had 'em fast asleep

Blastin' heat, knives slash and butcher

'Cause y'all punk bitches like Ashton Kutcher

Diabolic, man with the shortest fuse

Defeats out my pipe's range <--(?), can't afford to lose

Money talks, it speaks and I listen

And life's the bitch with bare feet in my kitchen

Screamin' and bitchin' so I'm plottin' for wealth

Gettin' bars off my chest like I'm spottin' myself

Diabolic, Triple O, Brooklyn Academy

Got cats scared to battle me

Packing jams with capacity

Game over