Retaliation

Lyrics

{"I leave the blood spilling in the streets"} {"I leave the blood spilling in the streets"} [Intro: Ikon the Verbal Hologram] Yo, it's the fucking Hologram, Jedi Mind, baby {"I leave the blood spilling in the streets"} Bangin' y'all in the fucking face, know what I'm sayin' With the god Jus Allah, my man Stoupe on the track {"I leave the blood spilling in the streets"} My motherfucking man Chico in this motherfucker We about to take y'all motherfuckers to war Nah'm sayin', yo Jus Allah, blow this fucking mic apart, God [Verse 1: Jus Allah] The metal inside the barrel passes through the frames in your glasses Quick passage, leave your dome piece backless Envision blackness, leave you hat-less, fucking cap-less Marchin' niggas to the spot where the Earth's crack is Hard to grasp like science and math is The cavemen who don't practice and live backwards We oxen, when Streets Is Watchin' Release shotguns, niggas got Dietz and Watson Feel no love, no way you shield the slugs The ill thugs, we box with steel gloves Doubt my faith you can taste the slug case Leaving niggas looking like dogs with the pug face Even your girl can catch the capsule I love pussy but never the bitch that it's attached to {"I leave the blood spilling in the streets"} [Chorus: Ikon the Verbal Hologram] Why you wanna battle the kids with steel tongues? Who rip up mics and drink puerto-rock rum 85s face the truth; you're too dumb If retaliation come, yo, then fuck it: it just come Why you wanna battle the kids with steel tongues? Who rip up mics and drink puerto-rock rum 85s face the truth; you're too dumb If retaliation come, yo, then fuck it: it just come [Verse 2: Ikon the Verbal Hologram] We itching to kill, that's why we spitting the real Stick to the drill and maybe we'll be gripping a mill' The clip will get spilled, dump them on a ditch or a hill Because the muhfucker ain't left me shit in his will And y'all is always sounding like a bitch when you spill And we the rawest motherfucking clique in the field So real muhfuckers better recognize real Or ill muhfuckers gonna exercise skill Y'all better chill when the Hologram build Little muhfucker got hands that's like steel Whoever approach me and what I feel {"Might find their legs being replaced by steel"} So y'all better yield or I'ma choke faggots My hand held more razor blades than coke addicts We like to quote fascists 'cause we the meanest And rip off your fingers with the pliers of Chaka Demus [Chorus: Ikon the Verbal Hologram] Why you wanna battle with kids with steel tongues? Who rip up mics and drink puerto-rock rum 85 face the truth; you're too dumb If retaliation comes, yo, then fuck it: it just comes Why you wanna battle the kids with steel tongues? Who rip up mics and drink puerto-rock rum 85s face the truth; you're too dumb If retaliation comes, yo, then fuck it: it just comes [Outro] Yo yo yo yo Jedi Mind, baby Ikon the Hologram Army of the Pharaohs {"I leave the blood spilling in the streets"} How y'all feel? What the fucking deal, baby