As Hell Slowly Heats

As hell slowly heats, I rise slowly to my feet
Geeked and freaked out, make the meek bow down
Compound the holy grail sound with the criminal underground
Hundred round for before the mortician makes his rounds
Go pound for pound, ounce for ounce, we'll match
Burn the ash of the opponent that we once dispatched
Then relapse to the path, hit the ground moving fast
They attached to the smack so we cooking it from scratch
And we booking it past the junkie's newscast
Oh, you heard about Klamacc? He got shot in the back
Attack the racks, hold tight and grip the strap
Flip the pack to the alley cat 'fore the sun come back
Shift the crack to the room, the impending doom looms
The defendant's tomb croons for a good view of the moon
Gold spun from my loom, street activity resumes
You never knew been through this shit since 0'2
I'm from the east where killers sleep with guns in bedsheets
Can barely sleep, the semi automat claps on repeat
And reheat the street for a fatality's fee
And we never speaking on the banality of G's
Naught can budge you, especially in gulag's roof
God can judge you, the devil do a good job too
You a fool if you acting like he never knew
He flew through the hood, breaking through, in pursuit
Of some better days, ain't no one better got played
Better be safe, or the better man's Beretta might spray
Away with your pains, my image breaks through the frame
I play no games I try and locate perdition's gate