Revenge
Throw another one up in the grave, I don't need an AK
But a double-sided blade in the main vein
Watching you leak like a broken pipe
I'm the soft-spoken type but when I channel the archetype
I cannot speak, only dig deep
Into abysmal depression to find what I cannot unsee
I'm a fiend for the Secrets of Alchemy
Calculate everything, reincarnated crow
My hell is never ending
I been living with the devil on my shoulder
Ain't a human that's colder than me
Hotter than me, you can't reach my degrees
I don't read, but I do release magazines
I got a chapter for all of you maggots
I'm an underground colonel
Life is eternal, death is inferno
We don't fuck with you
You don't fuck with us
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
You fucking with realer
We reap all pretenders no need for a pistol
I'm swinging the K
Kill a man day
Murder Miami
Bring fear to your family, let bodies decay
Coming with static, that MAC automatic
I'm wrapping a corpse, with that duct tape and plastic
I come through with gadgets
That turn you to ashes
Right before you die, throw his ass in the lake
Triple six ritual, within' the set
Three six it spin to his head is ahead
That haunted his nesting
The black silhouette, that shadow the soul
Into nothin' but X
New era underdog, never neglect
Run up, get done up by a loaded tech
Living more, killing more
Money percentages, play with my paper, I cut off your neck
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
But a double-sided blade in the main vein
Watching you leak like a broken pipe
I'm the soft-spoken type but when I channel the archetype
I cannot speak, only dig deep
Into abysmal depression to find what I cannot unsee
I'm a fiend for the Secrets of Alchemy
Calculate everything, reincarnated crow
My hell is never ending
I been living with the devil on my shoulder
Ain't a human that's colder than me
Hotter than me, you can't reach my degrees
I don't read, but I do release magazines
I got a chapter for all of you maggots
I'm an underground colonel
Life is eternal, death is inferno
We don't fuck with you
You don't fuck with us
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
You fucking with realer
We reap all pretenders no need for a pistol
I'm swinging the K
Kill a man day
Murder Miami
Bring fear to your family, let bodies decay
Coming with static, that MAC automatic
I'm wrapping a corpse, with that duct tape and plastic
I come through with gadgets
That turn you to ashes
Right before you die, throw his ass in the lake
Triple six ritual, within' the set
Three six it spin to his head is ahead
That haunted his nesting
The black silhouette, that shadow the soul
Into nothin' but X
New era underdog, never neglect
Run up, get done up by a loaded tech
Living more, killing more
Money percentages, play with my paper, I cut off your neck
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
Bullets fly, legs buckle, bodies pile to the sky
Thousand rounds will lay you down, we got enough to go around
You fuck with me, yuh
Yuh, I pull up and make it a scene
Yuh, yuh, I pull up and bust out the beam
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Writer(s): Andrey Morozov, Eric Whitney, Kevin Pouya
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