Drums, Pt. II

Ready the canons
Take your best shot
Don't blow it
Got me red hot
More fire
Put you're hands up
You don't want a problem
C told me get em so I got em
Started from the bottom now we here, headed
For more beats, more kicks, more snares, get it
Build a wall, lock the door
But I'm not going to knock no more, Battle poetry

Let the drums go bang
Battle poetry

And she rock that camo
Two-way-monologue, no convo
Swear I kept it real, no con yo, I know
That's why to so low, no con yo, hold up
Let it marinate
I think it's time to retaliate
Can't turn black into white
I'm thinking deep down you want back to the fight
I don't know what your girlfriends lack in the night
They just haters in a cave with they back to the light
Plato, you better lay low
Spotted doing shots down at Club Sarajevo
Better lay low, yup, you know this
My homie told me "Let by gones be by gones"
Trying homes, but these iPhones be time bombs
Tired from writing good-bye-songs to fine ones
Diamonds turned into rimestones, so I'm gone
One-man-army
Aka. no one can harm me
Drum-sticks and stones may break my bones
But I'm not gon take no more, let the drums

Give me that break