[Verse: Reveal]
Yo, [retracting/ we trapped in?] the line
[?] [mothers/ martyrs?] [with?] [sick?] [babies?]
We [act?] [worries?], jack [peds?] and [rip?] [avies?]
Life is a roll of dice, wait, let me rephrase that
Life is [going?] [distance-son?], [?] game of snake eyes
[See/ city?] [we're?] living [within?] is shitty and grim
You either get high, or get tipsy off a whiskey and gin
Illuminati [watch?] your sex by putting chips in your skin
[You either gon'?] [roll?], or sweating in a prison or gym
I'm from the [Sh..?] streets, my boys creep the street
And if you got beef, the [standard?] [?] [brought?] piece
Just act natural, and pray you don't get stopped by police
Metal detectors are a [bitch?], and them blocks don't [come?] cheap
[Cold park?], I jack your system while I nod to the beat
Invest my cream in keys of green weed, and blocks of hashish
[Beanies?] see me as royalty, by the speed they drop to their knees
I blaze high-grade, you never hear the pop of a seed
Yo, the whole world is like Sodom and Gomorrah
NATO supply arms, so countries can [work?] each other harder
It's bad karma what goes around comes around
And in London town, [b?] [?] hard to understand
But we don't need them policeman, who pull their [trenches?] out
Arrest us and tell us, they're going to gun us down
They can't touch my crown, I'm the king of the underground
And as soon as [lani?] [scratch your bounty head?], hear the thunder sound like KA-BLOW!
[Hood dreams?], Stonebridge [?] [?] [?], Mozart, Goldberg
[Jacksons?], Cubans, [son of wrath?] [Wilson?], [?], [?]
[?] [angel?] [?]
[Hook: (x2)]
So what's the name of your slum
And what estate are you from?
[Rhy?] [on minor?] [pred?] who take your cake and break you a crumb
You claim you kick doors down while you're blazing your guns
But you're scared to approach me on roads that you blatantly run
[Verse 2: Reveal]
I got your head spinning like [as..?]
My narratives, comparative to none
You rap about things you've seen, I rap about things I've done
Left fingerprints on guns, that lick shots, I spit evidence
The fifth element, hell bound and heaven sent
My whole life's drama, knives shining like knights in armor
Boy, it's twice as hard, the street used to eat you just like piranhas
Better yet, crews of jackals, who jack you to settle debts
[Haper?] than [hearts?] that are [hollow?], the rest are rotten flesh
So face it, it's basic it's a jungle out there
Even my bregren's eleven year old brother is out there
Mother's without [cares?], the games he plays are real
But still, how many youths his age you know
That found a way to pay the bills
Tried to change his [will?], used [the?] will for change the aim to mils'
And now he's thirteen, [un..?] start to [chestbeams?]
First time he [?], boy, he did it wrong cause the girl screamed
But the world seems, to grow colder as he grows older
Permanent screw face, he keeps looking over his shoulder
By fifteen, started holding revolvers in holsters
Walking with [loaders?], now he's peeling smouldering boulders
A soldier with no emotions [?] [?] [?] [?]
Buckets is swollen, most of the dough he's holding is stolen
And that's the way, most of the youth today are growin'
It's tragic, cause jail time is lack [?] [?] [?]
Twenty-eight G's, and an O-Z is mathematics
Killa de' illa, snappa'-snapper
Winkie, murder your cypher
Drastic, [?] [?] [?] pistol
D.O.C., and Tony D
[H..?] love, big ups to all my west [?]
[?] [?]
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[Hook: (x2)]
[Adlibs: (outro)]
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