(X2) Bloody Samurai, my feat will never die, Bloody Samurai, my sword will never die.
Yeah, I'm like daredevils I dare devils to take it that level, Make them dig they own grave with they own shovels, Sharpshooter drop helicopters black out shadows, When its time to ride its like pedal to the metal, Full fledged beat suicidal leave holes with skull heads, Hit ya cult for ya vote leave em all dead, And some Knights like games plus handsome, Hoes hold me ransom ya mad n throw tantrums Seven braids like Samson, strength of Jobe, Since these niggas wanna trip I make it all unfold, Didn't choose the genie didnt choose the leprechaun, Niggas better watch the grapes like they steppin on, Thinkin its a game I rosed him, now yo ass is frozen, Nuclear explosion we straight West Coastin'
I was born as a soldier and I'll fight in the fields I'll run like a hunter and I'll die in the field
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The street apostle with Roscoes that'll burn flesh off your fossil, make you suck on the nozzle before you swallow these hollows clutchin a bottle, yeah im a hard act to follow nigga i don't write raps little homey i write novels every chapter i capture the mind of millions when i slang raps like crack to the women and children bring down the building, crime wars over the feeling feels good like im puffin on that sticky chameleon the street villion made most of his money from drug dealin theres rules to the game trust no one thats squealin casuse snitchin is a pet peeve like bitch with a bad weave its no honor amongst thieves niggas deal with greed im from a breed of real killers thats cut throat that'll front you the work and kill you if you a buck short bloodsport flick you like the butt of my newport or with the butt of my gun take that nigga run
im come to stop the hollerin, n screamin , blawww stop screamin make a nigga wish he still dreamin, since appearing ? a ninja taught him barbarianism south central mentalism like the local news on the local high school for all its realism dont all the whites go there, cause all the whites'll go there have em all braidin there hair and havin tattoos and street numbers instead of good grades from school, its like ridicule but what would jesus do? if he was standing at a party he was beefin with that dizzoo like a who;le? aint enough to end our ridicule, but a ho'll will get real holy enough to preach an end you