We gon send this out for every street dj. This is somethin for the mix shows. Mix shows. You don’t wanna go outside. Because the thugs are outside. They bustin slugs outside. So you don’t wanna go outside. Let’s go. Uh I’m outside lookin in. I could feel it through the wind. From the streets’ shore. I could see the shark’s fin. They ain’t eat nuttin in a week. And they hunger is the reason why the blood drips on the concrete. So run your juice. Pit bulls drew. They gon shoot you in the head so what good is your bullet proof. Unless your bullet proof-la what’s your affiliation. You just a rat handin out information. You wanna run and said clef took my paper. Clef ain’t take your paper. Clef is just a narrator. Think I’m a singer. I’ma have you call a operator. 911 now you breavin through a respiratior. All dat gun-clappin yappin meet me outside. You never seen a ghost until you seen the other side. So think before you speak or blood is go leak. You shouldn’t have no problems understandin. I ain’t speakin greek. I need a hundred grand. And I ain’t talkin bout no candy bar. Take over your strip like it’s candahar. You gonna see so much red you think your man on mars. That concrete that’s under your feet gon land on hard. I got gooms that stand on guard. Post up waitin wit the toaster. Hit you from close up. Bare face. No black mask. No silencers. On the burners everybody hear da gat blast. Bodies found chopped up in black bags inside incenerators. I got power like generators. Slugs wit names on it. The message I send to haters. In my hood I’m know as a menace to neighbors. Me and my men for paper. We don’t fear the morgue. Only thing we afraid of is we scared to starve. You can’t stop the shine. Play a black cloud in my dollar signs and be a victim of a violent crime. For real. The flows is death defyin. Act real and ya neck be flyin. Brains and guts like I was savin private ryan. Test the iron. And I show you a wall cat. That’s filled wit bodies. See where your balls at if you all dat. And I show a wall cat that’s filled wit bodies. And yours could be the next. Number 19 erased out the projects. I progress everyday I’m livin this life. I won’t stop till I’m buried dog. I’m livin it right. Just gimme the price and I’m willin to take a chance. I keep it ass hard. Cause this sh¡ª in my pants. And if you wanna dance you need to jump to these lyrics. You feelin the physical form as well as the spirit. Don’t try to compare it. Just listen and love to hear it. And if it’s fire you know not to come near it. I keep it flame broil enough to make your brains boil. Put you in a stash where nobody could say they saw you. Check g.o.d. put it down like it’s burnin hot. Execute you on the spot no warnin shot. Comin timothy mcvay I burn down your block. First I kick in your door cause in war we don’t knock. I got no competition. Only man that could see me is the man in the mirror. Keep wishin. Keep fishin. Get a hundred and fifty stitches. Your last rights. Last meal. Last wishes. This is summin for the mix shows. They call me most honorable most knowledgeable. Toast bottles in blue. The hydropronic goose. I spit ten words blow you to molecules. I’m under your skin cells and your hair follicles. It’s the jewel. Whatever I could see I could be. I saw hip-hop became a mc. Then I saw the streets became a og. Then I learn to see myself became g.o.d.. We get them packs off often. I’m on da block where it’s scorchin. The life that I live’ll make you nauseous. Most of our n¡ªgs see a coffin. Most of our ¨cish see abortions. Of course we are lost in the circle of karma. This is summin for the mix shows. Where you and your mama grandmama and great-grandmama live out the same drama. Where you and your father father’s fathers great and fore fathers felt horror like no tomorrow. I’m from united snakes the country of crime. The city look ¨cish they changed the skyline. And it’s us against swine and they loosin they mind. In the van with my grind. And thirst to gimme time. I’ma ball or get signed or bang and take mine. My design’s undefined. I’m clearly one of a kind. It’s best you realize only the fittest survive. For cowards it’s suicide so don’t come outside. You don’t wanna come outside. Masquerade. Its blaques outside. Fam and prolific we all outside. So you don’t wanna come outside. Refugee. Ay yo we gon send this out for every street dj that ain’t getting no real radio airplay. You know I mean. That’s comin on the radio at one o’clock in da mornin. That got da streets on lock. This generation!