Brutal (feat. The Styles Of L, Sicknotes, Lighta & West-Word)

Motherfucker, I'm brutal, I'll come for you and your family jewels
From the underground in 5th, I don't leave it in neutral
Slurping rappers up like they're noodles, so fuck you
I'll twist your limbs like a strudel, so come and test me, I'm brutal
I'm brutal, brutal enough to shit on your corpse
Then of course put a torch to your body and roast it
I'm brutal, kicking a man down and then boasting
I'm brutal, come and step to me if you think that I'm joking

Yeah
When I aim the Glock and squeeze, man, your knot will fucking bleed
You'll be boxed up and deceased, and then you're dropped off in the sea
You'll get shot up if it's beef until your meat is full of holes
'Fore I stone your ass to death, so you ain't breathing with a pulse
Man, I'll beat you with a pole 'til you can't cope and die from pain
Then I'll slice open your wrist and pour some dope inside your veins
I will soak your goddamn frame 'cause I'm a crazy S.O.B.
If you're stepping to me, bitch, I'll fucking spray the TECs off, B
Dawg, I'm smashing out your teeth if you are speaking like you're hard
Then I'll blaze the fucking gun until you're leaking from your heart
Come and meet me after dark, and we can spark them metal tools
I will clap you full of lead and then I'll scar your neck up too
I will target all them dudes up in your crew who thinks they're raw
I'll get brutal with a saw, then shoot their noodles and their jaws
You will doo-doo in your draws when all my dawgs be at your crib
They will force your ass to strip, then blast the fours until you're hit
Motherfucker

Cryptik parked the car and told me get in
He passed me a thermos filled with the liquor and Excedrin
On our way to the studio waiting for the storm to set in
Make you motherfuckers think twice about who you just let in
I wasn't raised right, but fuck it, shit, maybe I was
But can't remember shit from all the liquor mixed in with drugs
You think a tax bracket would stop me from doing shit
I ruin your bitch and send her back with a womb that's this big
I'm brutal, I'll kill you in your sleep, killers creep
But you've heard it before, that shit is deep
My hood is brutal, the crew is brutal
Too many snakes in the grass, don't even know what the fuck is truthful anymore
From family and friends, fuckers lying from each end
Talking shit and shitting the same, I'm filling the clip again
I got the paranoia, so I smoke weed
You breathe more when you're surrounded by more trees

Motherfucker, I'm brutal, I'll come for you and your family jewels
From the underground in 5th, I don't leave it in neutral
Slurping rappers up like they're noodles, so fuck you
I'll twist your limbs like a strudel, so come and test me, I'm brutal
I'm brutal, brutal enough to shit on your corpse
Then of course put a torch to your body and roast it
I'm brutal, kicking a man down and then boasting
I'm brutal, come and step to me if you think that I'm joking

Better listen up, I'm 'bouta show you cats what brutal is
Or music for that matter, y'all is clueless what to do with it
Let's speed it up a little, so many styles that I'm fluent with
Like Wrecca when he's off the top, I'll teach ya how to do this shit
Normally walking around with blood on my sleeve
You know the saying: you get the whole burrito for fucking with the bean
So basically, you fucking with my homie, I'm gonna take a swing
Whatchu think, I'm gonna sit back and watch, and not do a thing?
Not only will I jump in, I'm tryna gut you like a fish
Stick and twist, then stomp you out for getting blood on my kicks
I keep bail money on deck and my lawyer running with my clique
Show up to court with Michael B. Clayton, walking out like I'm the shit
I'm happy as fuck, didn't leave that courtroom shackled up
Like what I pay you for, don't let the D.A. haggle us
With overwhelming evidence and a witness to back it up
But I'm innocent like O.J., sorry didn't have a glove

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lighta, homie, with Cryptik Soul, no Sony my shit explode
You don't know who the hell I be? I'm the man who's twisting dro
I bring them up and I break 'em down, 'bouta slaughter like slaying cows
All these haters they want that beef, that massacre, that Texas style
I'm in your brain 'bouta rip your frame with 16s, man, I'm violent
Don't be in my lane, we not the same, we speeding and colliding
I'm a beast when it comes to rap, that's a fact, you know I got it
All these rappers I shut them down, ha, something like garages
Uh, from the A, I rep my state, like saliva let it spray
Praying for them better days, I'm staying fly like XNA
Never seen you on a row, but you'll be facing death today
Everything I'm spitting staying greasy like a breakfast plate
I'm a shark and I'm a lion, problem to equations
Yo, the hardest one is Lighta, and the crown I'm here to take it
They really can't believe it 'cause the illest ones are Asian
The game is like the last of my stash, I gotta save it
Uh

Motherfucker, I'm brutal, I'll come for you and your family jewels
From the underground in 5th, I don't leave it in neutral
Slurping rappers up like they're noodles, so fuck you
I'll twist your limbs like a strudel, so come and test me, I'm brutal
I'm brutal, brutal enough to shit on your corpse
Then of course put a torch to your body and roast it
I'm brutal, kicking a man down and then boasting
I'm brutal, come and step to me if you think that I'm joking

This is spiked bats and iron fists, define my style devilish
You only get one chance, we'll grant you your death wish
You ain't seen a duo this brutal since Chavo and Eddie
Yeah, my crew roll heavy and you know that we're deadly
New Wolfpac, nWo
We them Westside boys, but still make you get low
Son, I got you in my scope, there's nowhere you can go
You can run and hide, but still guaranteed to die
Know the difference, I got no soul, I'm just Kryptic
My mind is sick and I'm violent with it
That's just how it goes
One false move and we'll raise the death toll
Boost the crime rate with the evil mind state
Now let's raise the stakes, if you lose I take your life, that's the exchange
It's like a movie scene, when I make you bleed I get chills
When I hear you scream, it's like a nightmare, you won't wake from this dream

Yeah, ayo
You a fan of punchlines? Well I can spit 'em foully
Li Wrecca handle hatchets like my name was Victor Crowley
I'm horror at its finest, Hip Hop's Ito Junji
Grab your face and slide it across the ground like it's Gumby
Fuck who you follow, bitch, I don't need no hollow tips
I'd rather laugh it up and stab you up like Giallo flicks
All they want's a replay, your whole style is cliché
Keep thinking this is child's play and I'll turn to Charles Lee Ray
Toe tag the old vets, they know I could get grotesque
Keep claiming you got heart and I will rip open your whole chest
Twisting off every fucking limb with that propeller torque
A bastard with flows more biohazard than the Umbrella Corp
Bitch, I'm brutal like a Lucio Fulci masterpiece
Take you to the beyond, this ain't no time to ask for peace
This goon's immune to your platoon like I took a drug
Carving my inflictions on my victims, that's the Book Of Blood

Motherfucker, I'm brutal, I'll come for you and your family jewels
From the underground in 5th, I don't leave it in neutral
Slurping rappers up like they're noodles, so fuck you
I'll twist your limbs like a strudel, so come and test me, I'm brutal
I'm brutal, brutal enough to shit on your corpse
Then of course put a torch to your body and roast it
I'm brutal, kicking a man down and then boasting
I'm brutal, come and step to me if you think that I'm joking