Pearl Harbor

Check check... 1 2
Westcoast... all day... real spit

I Jason Vorhees the beat
Kill it soft until its sleep
Face in the pillow treatment
When my lungs release
(U get fucked)

Better zip up ya cheeks
Cuz Tef-Lizzle a beast
Over these beats
I dismantle and wreak
(Havok on)

Massive bombs
Like Iraqi streets
U battle with me
U better off grabbin a piece and
(Click boom)

Spit doom
Dynamite in ya teeth
Ya rhymin's discreet
I rhyme at an incredible peak
(So top that)

Stop that
If u aint spittin with heat
Cuz ya willy wonka waterflow
Silly and weak

Mozart AP
He constructed the beat
I drop bombs like Pearl Harbor
Over ya fleet
(Its Lights Out)

When my mics out
U niggas will flee
When i raid like the calvary
To sizzle the beef

Then u lay
As a casualty still in the street
We dont drop nor stop
Til the mission complete
(We gone eat) yea

Drop bombs like Pearl Harbor
Over ya fleet
(Erra) over ya fleet

I drop bombs like Pearl Harbor
Over ya fleet
(ITS LIGHTS OUT)

Drop bombs like Pearl Harbor
Over ya fleet
(Erra) over ya fleet

I drop bombs like Pearl Harbor
Over ya fleet
(ITS LIGHTS OUT)

Its 1 shot kill
With my 1 shot skill
I'll raid the rap game
For my 1 dot Mil

I instill
REAL SPIT in my pen wield
Is like facing dragon fire
With a thin shield
(Now thats ILL)

Fa real
Leave ya back wih chills
Sharp sword tongue swing
Like chinese steel
(Daaaayuum)

So buckle up
Cuz the windshield hurts
When i make u pump ya brakes
And land in the dirt

Non stop
When we puttin n work
Get deep
Peep my heart beat
Right thru the shirt

Drop bombs like Pearl Harbor
Over ya fleet

I drop bombs like Pearl Harbor
Over ya fleet

AP... REAL SPIT

Hack tuu
Biatch

Over, over ya fleet

I drop bombs like PEARL HARBOR over ya fleet
(ITS LIGHTS OUT)