Survival (feat. Tex the Great)

I cock my tongue back and spit heat like volcano's erupting Pyroclasic flow, molten lava river destruction On mic devices, I'm nice with it, end of discussion You may spit but I vomit on tracks call me disgusting Whether it's bragging raps or talking bout my pain and suffering Genuine artifacts spew out my mouth on any subject This announcement's public, careful who you put your trust in Rapper's act like they do it, truth is they doing nothing All in they raps they bosses moving Coke and busting something Most of my lines are about you I am fake rapper hunting Making change out of y'all 'cuz y'all don't keep it 100 Drama you don't want it karma comes back if you stunting If you ain't built for it what you built will come down crumbling The path I walk has gone too far past the point of returning Inspiration's what the game needs and the table's turning I keep it real 'cuz being real is what respect is earned with I know you see me coming better push that panic button Better Panic Moving like a tornado I'm 'bout to damage something Damage Something I'm like a diamond encrusted hollow-tip you best be ducking I'm letting off shots, not from hammers though, I don't be tucking I'm talking verbally 'bout to have me like Uncle Ruckus All this ignorance ain't bliss, my nerves is getting plucked in I'm so tired of radio, radio so redundant How diverse are those crates that the Dj's dug in That's why I love this underground state I'm stuck in Horsepower might desire, inspire me to keep on trucking I got a gift, you're more like some kind of stocking stuffing My rhymes addicting, I'm dope, put that in your pipe and puff it Nothing to lose, everything to gain got time so I ain't rushing Won't stop creating until I'm dead and gone and casket tucked in On MC's I am crushing even when my rhymes ain't punching Keep on fighting like Balboa stood up to that Russian Bang your head until you get a concussion Destruction's what I'm constructing Push that panic button I know you see me coming better push that panic button Better Panic Moving like a tornado I'm 'bout to damage something Damage Something I hit you with the facts, 'lotta cats out here are wack So I'm picky with the tracks, and I spit that verbal gas Put your record in the trash, better yet, a body bag Can't respect it if you're talking 'bout a gun you don't have If you did you wouldn't clap, wouldn't talk about that See a shooter is a shooter and a shooter don't rap Who you fooling with that, need to cool it with that 'Fore them boys run up on ya to see where you really at You ain't living like that yeah I'm talking to the fake In your raps you a G, real life shark bait I can tell how you talk, I can see it in your face Know you got a foul taste, you know how a fart tastes Be real with yourself, tell me what you gotta prove Taking life as a game, guaranteed you 'gon lose Walk in your own shoes, have your own point of view Be a leader if you really gotta roll with a crew I know you see me coming better push that panic button Better Panic Moving like a tornado I'm 'bout to damage something Damage Something