Made In '82

This is S Dot Lock to be exact I really wasn't joking when I said that I was back On the mic for the eighth time rhyming like I'm chosen to You hoping you can throw some shade and that is why I'm throwing two Fingers in the sky as I ride out to the sunset Fun fact ain't nobody got no time for that The time for me is now, this very second It's murder on the mic homicide when I'm on the record Killing beats I'm spilling ink blood on the page Leaking out my veins I write with rage and a side of pain A dash of X a pinch of Pac a piece of Em a Marathon And I ain't forgot What made Lock Focused on the future Like I'm Kobe in the gym I connected the S on my chest MOMBA TILL THE END All I do is win or learn lessons until I do I made a plan to execute I'll hang the mic when I'm through Made In 82