One time for the terror

Two time for the revolution

Who's on lock? Go and do whatever you want

Fuck whoever the hell that you got your melody from

With a machete moving steady for my enemies tongue

They be freaking on the art

’Cause i'm speaking from the heart

Whether screaming from a far

Or i'm preaching in the dark

I be fiending for the stars

Let bubble, ain’t no trouble

I been eating from the start

Actin like a mess

Doing drugs with a couple Juggelettes

Fuck a god, but a motherfucker blessed

I be rolling with a squad, everybody's in a vest

Because when we hit the spot

We gone run in with the feds

You could get clapped for'a the cash

*Click clack pat*

Until you're dead up on the ground in shit

I know a ton of motherfuckers who rap

But nine out of ten of em *sounding like this*

Get up off your goddamn feet

Im just trying to riot in the goddamn street

Beat 'em till his heart rate speeds

And his jaw straight bleeds

They always run from the killer

But then motherfuckers act like me

Get on track like me

Your beats all dubs if you ain't know how to run a fucking pen in it

Like, you can roll a real nice blunt, but the shit still suck if you twist up regs in it

Flags up-side-down

Rollin with a bunch of motherfuckers on uppers we finna bang quite loud

Got a hype crowd

Really looking like a fight ground

Tell my people i'm ready for us to ride right now

See i'm back on attack

This ain’t backpack rap

This a radical renegade with the facts type rap

A compatible enemy tryna flack type rap

Packed mac type rap

We react like that

And I don’t give a fuck about a throne

I could give a fuck what they be on

Homie i be on my own

'Till i’m gone on my road

And these cats can't stop me

Watch me

Do you copy

Homie I be out

Too many raised fists to count

Hellbent on accounts where they slipped us out

It's all truth wether block or in the booth

'Till they got me in the noose

Or my cold blood hits the ground

See I run and represent it for my own team

Almost spent a decade on the grind like an O.G

Castle revolution finna show em retribution I be over the illusions and i’m floating

See, New York slums be the back drop

Young thugs buy guns on they laptops

Then sons get run sitting underneath the one

Takin bullets for a baggie of the crack rock

(That's real)

A-M-E-R-I-K-K-K-A (Hey)

With a third eye I spy D.O.A.s

There honestly is not a way that you could go unphased

With all the bullshit that everybody feed us nowadays

And preach to us nowadays

It;s really all the same though

Half a dozen people I could go an take an aim one

Run around the city with barrel to the sky i'm just doing what I can until the reigns gone