Survival

I cock my tongue back and spit heat like volcano's erupting
Pyroclasic flow, molten lava river destruction
On mic devices, I'm nice with it, end of discussion
You may spit but I vomit on tracks call me disgusting
Whether it's bragging raps or talking bout my pain and suffering
Genuine artifacts spew out my mouth on any subject
This announcement's public, careful who you put your trust in
Rapper's act like they do it, truth is they doing nothing
All in they raps they bosses moving Coke and busting something
Most of my lines are about you I am fake rapper hunting
Making change out of y'all 'cuz y'all don't keep it 100
Drama you don't want it karma comes back if you stunting
If you ain't built for it what you built will come down crumbling
The path I walk has gone too far past the point of returning
Inspiration's what the game needs and the table's turning
I keep it real 'cuz being real is what respect is earned with

I know you see me coming better push that panic button
Better Panic
Moving like a tornado I'm 'bout to damage something
Damage Something

I'm like a diamond encrusted hollow-tip you best be ducking
I'm letting off shots, not from hammers though, I don't be tucking
I'm talking verbally 'bout to have me like Uncle Ruckus
All this ignorance ain't bliss, my nerves is getting plucked in
I'm so tired of radio, radio so redundant
How diverse are those crates that the Dj's dug in
That's why I love this underground state I'm stuck in
Horsepower might desire, inspire me to keep on trucking
I got a gift, you're more like some kind of stocking stuffing
My rhymes addicting, I'm dope, put that in your pipe and puff it
Nothing to lose, everything to gain got time so I ain't rushing
Won't stop creating until I'm dead and gone and casket tucked in
On MC's I am crushing even when my rhymes ain't punching
Keep on fighting like Balboa stood up to that Russian
Bang your head until you get a concussion
Destruction's what I'm constructing
Push that panic button

I know you see me coming better push that panic button
Better Panic
Moving like a tornado I'm 'bout to damage something
Damage Something

I hit you with the facts, 'lotta cats out here are wack
So I'm picky with the tracks, and I spit that verbal gas
Put your record in the trash, better yet, a body bag
Can't respect it if you're talking 'bout a gun you don't have
If you did you wouldn't clap, wouldn't talk about that
See a shooter is a shooter and a shooter don't rap
Who you fooling with that, need to cool it with that
'Fore them boys run up on ya to see where you really at
You ain't living like that yeah I'm talking to the fake
In your raps you a G, real life shark bait
I can tell how you talk, I can see it in your face
Know you got a foul taste, you know how a fart tastes
Be real with yourself, tell me what you gotta prove
Taking life as a game, guaranteed you 'gon lose
Walk in your own shoes, have your own point of view
Be a leader if you really gotta roll with a crew

I know you see me coming better push that panic button
Better Panic
Moving like a tornado I'm 'bout to damage something
Damage Something