Body Count
Yeah, it's hotter than a mutha fucka, Yeah
One, two Groove is coming for you
Three, four better lock yo door
Five, Six ha ha
Mic check one, two I'm going in
Full bore psychopathic I spit war a blend
Of Leather-face with a chain-saw and Amadeus
So I cut your head off while I'm ascribing classic material
Urban hero leavin' you niggaz less than zero
Personified evil I'm stuntin' Knievel
So say your prayers player I coach em up
Hater's I toke em up
Hangman they hangin' I choke em up
Caviar's broken up see me focus the flame
Then I hop the red-eye with red eyes
headed to Bedstuy where Biggie Smalls and Blackstar shine (you feel me)
You couldn't kill me with assistance from Cancer or Aids
I'm the antidote for any viral stain
Set the precedence set the bar then set it plural
You niggaz tag your name while my can's paining a mural
I'm hostile my mob style is wild
I Mob Deep like Prodigy cause Havoc in the Mile
I'm savage
And I don't smile I can't love won't budge
Won't loose the life of the wild deuce
And you don't wanna see the silver shells that I be holdin'
I'm poppin' at wolves in sheep's clothing
Wild West roaming on my Trojan Horse I'm a rider
And my chariots cause fire when they are in motion
Maximum velocity Maximus
Maximize the profit margin every time that the God bless
My success is no stretch of the imagination
You are stress and I am clinical medication
I'm a breath of fresh air a cool breeze
The old West mixed with new West a new breed
The man with the iron or the God with the hammer
Captain with the shield Hawkeye aim them caps get peeled
And I won't stammer or stutter
I keep it grimey gritty and gutter like no other
So give me a light and give me the mic
And watch the flames burn on each and every phrase that I recite
An incendiary device shit weapon of war
I explode on contact I'm nuclear
So call in the troops no need to lie to the public with a false excuse
I show and proove I bomb the booth
As I proceed to gather proceeds
Process the paperbacks swimming in a revenue stream
And my form of expression is the best man
Check out my introspection lethal injection
Simply perfection
So who's next man to get wrecked and stretched an
Who's the next nigga to play catch with my tech damn I'm a stop there
I'm a stop adding to the body count I swear
One, two Groove is coming for you
Three, four better lock yo door
Five, Six ha ha
Mic check one, two I'm going in
Full bore psychopathic I spit war a blend
Of Leather-face with a chain-saw and Amadeus
So I cut your head off while I'm ascribing classic material
Urban hero leavin' you niggaz less than zero
Personified evil I'm stuntin' Knievel
So say your prayers player I coach em up
Hater's I toke em up
Hangman they hangin' I choke em up
Caviar's broken up see me focus the flame
Then I hop the red-eye with red eyes
headed to Bedstuy where Biggie Smalls and Blackstar shine (you feel me)
You couldn't kill me with assistance from Cancer or Aids
I'm the antidote for any viral stain
Set the precedence set the bar then set it plural
You niggaz tag your name while my can's paining a mural
I'm hostile my mob style is wild
I Mob Deep like Prodigy cause Havoc in the Mile
I'm savage
And I don't smile I can't love won't budge
Won't loose the life of the wild deuce
And you don't wanna see the silver shells that I be holdin'
I'm poppin' at wolves in sheep's clothing
Wild West roaming on my Trojan Horse I'm a rider
And my chariots cause fire when they are in motion
Maximum velocity Maximus
Maximize the profit margin every time that the God bless
My success is no stretch of the imagination
You are stress and I am clinical medication
I'm a breath of fresh air a cool breeze
The old West mixed with new West a new breed
The man with the iron or the God with the hammer
Captain with the shield Hawkeye aim them caps get peeled
And I won't stammer or stutter
I keep it grimey gritty and gutter like no other
So give me a light and give me the mic
And watch the flames burn on each and every phrase that I recite
An incendiary device shit weapon of war
I explode on contact I'm nuclear
So call in the troops no need to lie to the public with a false excuse
I show and proove I bomb the booth
As I proceed to gather proceeds
Process the paperbacks swimming in a revenue stream
And my form of expression is the best man
Check out my introspection lethal injection
Simply perfection
So who's next man to get wrecked and stretched an
Who's the next nigga to play catch with my tech damn I'm a stop there
I'm a stop adding to the body count I swear
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Writer(s): Val Lefrere, Jr.
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