balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stalls I'ma pit bull, I'm just dog, I'm just raw (what?) Split y'all, holla, "It's on!" Then I diss y'all All
of rap And for 24 years I carried it on my back I've always shined brighter When I'm under attack I might be down for a moment But I always come back [
- I order Free the genocidal fire Blackness, bleeding Suffocated screams by infernal war Nothingness, suffering I am the silence, I am the wrath Cold winds carries
that's why when I spit, your clique stalls I'ma pit bull, I'm just dog, I'm just raw (what?) Split y'all, holla, "It's on!" Then I diss y'all All of
] Who am I ? [Tech Rock] The best Norwegian producer on the M-I I take you to the sea, the open type On any open MIC I shine, Saint Like Glorious! Viviende
you're alive, Don't worry bout me and who I fire I get what I desire it's my empire And yes I call the shots I am the umpire I sprinkle holy water upon
: Dressed in black with a pale expression, I attack the world with extreme satisfaction, I am the master, never more to be enslaved, Broken free from
Universe opens at my bidding. And yet, before I am placed before the final scrutiny of the Elders, I ask that I be allowed to gaze into the sidereal
under fire I am singing on, and on No I found your comas a bit redundant I refuse to sleep forever embraced by cancer I am dependent For they ask