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Spirit of a lion describes my soul
Give it up to Zion, then my fire grows
Wishin' of a riot inside my lobe
Am I trippin'? Is the highest when I fight my foes?
Bip, I'ma hit 'em with this, you 'bouta get yo' ass kicked
My technique is so sick, I'm 'bout to make the hit quick
Whole lotta muscle (chyeah), you don't wanna be in a tussle (chyeah)
Better than me? That's rubble
You want trouble? What's up, dawg?
Feelings hot to kill a top guerilla
Drop and kneel to pops, I grilled the opp
For real, your clock it yield and stop
Your will is shot, the deal was knock ya 'til you plop
I got the hell comin' your way
You softer than a thing of Yoplait
Never competitive with the better kid, I go cray
Gonna be deaded because I fed it to the mo' graves
When you wake up in that wet blood
Ain't no way you 'bout to get up