Self.

Call me dead but really hyper One touch with the sniper I thought we was rivals I school you, so now you dead on arrival Next time I suggest you just do what I do Always prep for the best finishing move Be concerned for the next breath that you choose Or get sliced into like vegetables And even before that I bet that you lose Get body slammed like wrestling moves Into a body bag left with no shoes You niggas is corny, Don’t mess with you dudes FlyJuly Recordings breaking the rules You niggas too broke to be dropping some jewels A wise man once told me don’t argue with fools From a distance can’t tell who is who That’s a life tool, did you pick that up from Blueprint One not Two Chasing the devil like Yakub It’s obvious, I want the number one not even top two I remember never letting the oppressors block you So what if a civilized person doesn’t perform his duties Then smack him in the kufee About to drop the knowledge, have a few seats Truthfully Known for murdering a few beats I should give you combos with this two piece You known for sounding like a Duffy Excuse me, had to shit on you with the loose leaf So catch me in the corner not Speaking Every evening I have a by myself meeting Mathematical season Attack with no army no warning no reason Smacking niggas like I was playin hand ball Must of thought I was Puerto Rican So Until we eating, I guess there’s no further speaking