Wrong Side of the Gun (feat. J. Arrr)

I am legend a lyrical sorcerer, no sorts of remorse is given I torture ya
Scorching the booth of course flow respected from the Courts to Corsica
You just another corpse on these compositions bring coroners
Either something in my cornea or these rappers looking cornier

I'll corner ya with fire, these pyrotechnics inspiring future and prior legends
A fusion reactor, I'm used to applying pressure
If music requires ethics, put them tired records
Back in a bin like Rooney did Byron Leftwich

Truly my mind's infected I'm moody sometimes dejected
Grew up in a habitat that's unruly and crime infested

Tried and tested cause the obstacles grew in a valiant effort
Rhymes majestic now, was down but they knew we was plyometric

And we was left with scraps depressed and black shacked up with roaches
Even slept with rats to waxing poetic over aggressive tracks

From unknowns to two of the best to rap
Just expressing facts, tower over the game like you standing next to Shaq
No stress attached to my rituals daily
Tryna defer is like spiritual draining
Why all these niggas be claiming they life a movie but it's fictional mainly

Get off my dick and tell ya bitch to come drain me joe we ain't gang
And we are not the same you goofies is good with living in locks and chains
I'm tryna block the pain and make sure that my life was not in vain
You talking jotting flames me and J. Arrr atop the game

Think you got the lane til we chase it down like a block from James
Now our stock exchanged, I'm planned on closing the market

Lyrically I cock and bang! When I'm blamming holes in a target
The flows I discarded shitting on ya absolute best, rock a tactical vest

The blast gon leave your clavicle wrecked
I've been dismantling threats, now they starting to lack existence
Been ahead of my time and its by a substantial distance
Inscribing impactful lyrics designed cause my passion vicious
These niggas never spit from the soul cause they trash in spirt

Whenever me and J. Arrr drop a collab you have to hear it
My nigga stay in ya lane or you gone be the last to steer it
Two living legends two kings of the culture you niggas peasants
Too many rappers that's trash we giving you niggas lessons, J. Arrr

True killers in this profession
Took years and it's near perfection
Shit'll make your heart burn, who giving you indigestion

Two different sections two men of respect aligning as one
Two lethal weapons pray you ain't on the wrong side of the gun nigga