(Verse 1 Typ iLL)

I'm counter effective with my weapon on safety

I switch the selection to fire

Renegade for higher I blaze thee

Keep the remote close

Flip the channel when I wanna flip it

From a young buck fast forward to a grown folk

Ducking Narcs up in my younger days

D's pulling up in hummer trucks 24 inch gold spokes

Back of the CVS alleyway

My Memory flash flash bang in my enemy's path as they retaliate

My peoples will lock and load pop it till I unload

Switch up this magazine not a comic book episode

But I'm flipping pages as quick as I'm pumping gauges I blow

Militant in my body I'm diligent when I roll

Daz Dillinger Johnny Depp a promise not a threat

My feelings is 4 wheeling I'm peeling on any set Playa!

Where my friends at they not around

When I needed that voice of reason (shh) not a sound

So when my people tell me Typ you gotta make it

I reply with this record for all my fans who be putting me in their playlist

Came with a crew full of young hyped teens

A few outcasts and pill heads with young pipe dreams

I find it hard to knock it But opposition got no option

But the ? is what I'm bringing to the table for a profit

I won't stop this until I'm dead

I do this rap shit for war vets and hip hop heads

(Verse 2 Termanology)

There's a war going on outside no man is safe from

In your mental its not coincidental

I done looked death in the eyes plenty of times

When you find yourself stumbling on enemy lines

See the flames and the fire reflecting off of your retina

Its obvious you sold your soul I raise my weapon up

Cause I'm trying to take what ever soul you have left

Your man try to roll up then he fin to get shot next

A leader but I'm humble these streets is like a puzzle

So you gotta keep your eyes peeled creeping through the jungle

My cousin went to jail for packing heat and moving bundles

Its easy to judge when you ain't see that man struggle

I'm focused on my goal that's living as long as I can live

Sometimes I feel hopeless choke up and think about my kids

I swear a must have been a warrior in my past life

Same scars on my back swear I been stabbed twice

Nightmares every night fighting that good fight

Stabbed him a 100 times that was under the moonlight

His soul is possessed put a hole in his chest

In fact you can leave that mess for the EMS

It's all about residuals and what you can leave

If you die a broke man you ain't do shit for your seed

Thank society go head judge me on my sobriety

But if you gone tell it tell the story entirely

(DJ Scratching)

No Surrender No Retreat

Rolling with heat