SEND IT

Shooter Ready Send It If I don't make it to heaven Then, oh well I'm saying cheers in hell The way I fire toast At you liar's throats Hated by some Admired by mos' Like Yasin Bey Tagged me in his post Your undesired result Is your expired pulse And if you comatose I'm outside of your hospital window One eye open on the outside of the scope Uh, This is a one-man show Cuz I don't poli' wit folks I don't holla, I'm woke I just spit these scholarly quotes I'm taking copious notes On how to make sure the body don't float I put you all in a bottomless hole Ever since Radames Stuck a blade in the nostrils of Tupac's nose I got the Juice But B-LIEU Is unlike 'Q' I'm more like OJ So I'm warning y'all This the second coming of Orenthal So when I corner y'all I'm going to corner off The whole block I don't do warning shots And that's for Ops, informants, and cops And if you supporting Privately owned prisons Then we waterboard'n Your warden We meltin' off all the locks On all the cell blocks Free my niggas Guilty or not Who think they ain't conforming? Go ahead and secure one twenty-round magazine Lock and load Lock and load Lock and load Safe to semi And fire when ready Shooter ready Send it And fire when ready And fire when ready Center mass And fire when ready And fire when ready And fire when ready Send it, Next target Send it, Next target Send it, Next target Send it, Next target Send it, Firer ready And fire when ready Shooter Ready Send It I live my life like blocking and tackling I'm Bob Backland You false flaggin' We flag capturing Stop your cappin' Cuz as black men We run, like Rerun Cause we don't know What's Happening I done did it all From rapping to trappin' To straight jackin' To a padded room Next to Joe Budden In a straight jacket Full metal You gonna slide backwards When I pull the slide Straight backwards The score settled You ain't hood You ain't ghetto You Hansel and Gretel You done entered the threshold Of no return I permanently turn Your flesh cold My cold steel Will give your face freezer burn The highest put you in a deep freezer I'm more Ruthless I put you in a fucking urn On your family's fireplace My face has no concern You gon' learn Today I'm Laurence Fishburne Or you gon' catch This fade like Tre I was a boy in the hood Before Boyz in the Hood Peace to O'Shea (peace to O'Shea) See, I can spot that bullshit around the corner, ¡Olé! (I can spot your bullshit around the corner) I can spot your bullshit around the corner, ¡Olé! (¡Olé!) Now who want it with 'J' Shooter Ready Send It And fire when ready Good God And fire when ready And fire when ready