On Your Doorstep

Watch all the piggies talk when I walk in the door Their floored how the old boar here is stalking, for sure I poured my life into the vessel of Kings My music brings things to light you wouldn't want to see at night, so I sing Soapboxing on the top of the shop, and yeah, the flow knocks Four blocks, each direction... Blessing every section Messing with me? I level the sea Upon my enemies a thousand degrees, I'm making way for my seeds And this pad? Man, it bleeds, on a Tom Riddle key The hook, is Bimini And the flow, is a breeze The breeze, turning gust Enemies, turn to dust The mic, turns to rust Not a thing, do I trust The heat, want to bust? The street, it is us So, let's, go together And silence, all the pups Those, dumb fucks Man, they're itching for position Wishing I might die tonight, so they don't have to sleep in fright, bitching Freaking the beat, Devil speaking to me Reeking of Death every breath like I reach in the sea I'll pull your hoes like they undertow, f*ck sucking They like playing cum and blow, drop them at the Kum-n-Go Packing the trunk, Snuffaluffagous... That means don't f*ck with us Too many Ops is like Cops, they wanna cuff a cut Tell us toughen up, nothing but thugs puffing up Plugging a drugged customer, youngin tucked in the comforter Being groomed until they hump with her Now, Brenda got to have that baby, and then they're dumping her Gas lighting while they're bumping her, triggering that crunk in her The victim's a mark, and then they're jumping her And they can't see: The forest or trees It's all in the P's, young hoppers go to war in the streets Flipping some Tolstoy on beats, I've seen the War and the Peace According to me, I see what a Warrior see