[Intro]

Im'Peretiv!

[Verse 1: Blaq Poet]

Uhh! I've battled whole precincts shackled, imagine me without cuffs (No lights!)

Talkin' crazy like I won't shoot your fuckin' house up

I try to keep my mouth shut but I feel like slappin' 'em

Watchin' everybody talk about my race while I'm fuckin' lappin' 'em

You couldn't run a small business and do a pull-up

What the fuck did you think was gonna happen when I pulled up?

I ain't a killer, I just drink with some

Don't be mad at me 'cause your wife's fat, your job sucks, and your kids are dumb

Most people fold under stress and pressure but I won't (Nope!)

You have to work for people you don't like but I don't (Nah!)

I really don't likе none of you and I think you know that

While evеrybody folded, I kept goin' and had my own back (back)

Everyone I ever helped found an excuse to hate me

Pushed me 'til I snapped and act attacked like this dude is crazy

Stupid, maybe, but I'm down to go to war, fuck it

The police, the politicians, and the protestors is all puppets

[Verse 2: Novatore]

Yeah! I spit verses, rappers hear 'em and they slit their wrist

They only stand on business 'cause the rigor mortis left 'em stiff

They say they real but nah, I really feel they're hypocrites

Coronavirus flow, there ain't a single person sick as this

These lazy losers left to rot, they lyin' in a tomb

And every verse that's dropped, another fetus dyin' in the womb

The Christian right wants me to stop or there'll be riots soon

That's when I did the opposite, I'm poppin', now they lie in doom

Smotherin' all of you motherfuckers is overkill

The buckets overfilled with blood we suckin' and got souls to steal

Holes to fill, pokin' soldiers 'til their colon spills

Leave 'em open, know you hope we jokin' but we so for real

Cold as steel, The Devil's drivin' so we hold the wheel

Supposed to kneel when we arrivin', we'll impose the will

Those composers only feelin' bold when holdin' steel

They feel they sold some but without that code then they gon' fold for real

[Verse 3: Nightwalker]

Yo! I get it in from the start

Fuck y'all niggas thought, I'm here to rip shit apart

Leave you left in the building, brains on the ceiling

You never understand how I've been killing

I ain't got time to waste, no time to chase, the shotgun to your face (Nigga!)

It's all about this underground shit, roam around town with the four pound shit

I made it late to the party but I'm still the illest nigga, I'll scrape everybody (What?)

Underground king, underground god, you'll wait another thousand years for a nigga this hard

Shoot up the booth, leave the mics in flames (Nigga!)

Old school, go to war with guns, knives, and chains

One thing's for sure, my word is bond

When the war time is on, I'm droppin' bombs, nigga