Firing Squad

Lyrics

[Verse 1, Klondike Kat] Them killers I'm send 'em, murder coming with 'em Sixteen deadly venoms [?] when I hit 'em Twenty ni**as die when I loose-leaf and pen 'em Spirits die too when I Bruce Lee and end 'em My firing squad hard, ya ni**as we don't [?] Your body get burnt, charred, you're screaming "Oh Lord" Hit 'em with the cannon, they existed no more Nuclear bombs, no ceiling, no floors Body count more when the horror [?] More than the [?], f*ck a folklore F*ck a front door, blood we want more Half the world dance 'til I want a encore You ni**as ain't ready, my [?] heavy Burst like confetti when I swing my machete Then I'ma let 'em loose, a hundred mad yetis And level mo' sh*t than a New Orleans levee [Verse 2, K-Rino] Everybody know my mind so gone It's known every line so strong People wanna know why I grind so long Dammit, I'm a shooter with a blindfold on Tryna beef with me, these emcees ain't even on my frequency SPC killers are increasingly more beastly Wannabe Gs wouldn't last one week with me When I turn my mic on and shocked on it When I'm through speaking a beat, got knots on it I'm dropping soul pain, it's hot in your brain I snatch your collarbone off like a gold chain I smoke lots of fellas like mozzarella Whether killin' a instrumental or it's a cappella You're not better plus your whole block is yellow By the way, his wife's a widow, I forgot to tell her The things my pen do I teach in ten schools Harder than a drunk dude tryna do a spin move Every month, day, hour and minute I improve You brand new to having some hype, I been cool I'm starving and looking at you with a Ginsu But ten fools talking sh*t on a menu I set bombs off to explode in a venue And sick rhyme serial killers on kin too [Verse 3, Rapper K] I destroy you on that pool table, teach you not to ever step I'm a legend in this game, only preceded by my rep I got style, I got skills, but that don't even tell half the story Usually I'm not one to brag, those that know me do it for me Like a silent assassin, I just let my game talk Playing at a high level, way before I learned to walk If you gotta challenge me, you might as well just sell your soul Make that [?] do what I want, just like I had a remote control People always asking, "How you learn to shoot that way?" I just make it look easy, but it ain't easy, player, like Rapper K Really it's just a gift from God, and if I'm gonna keep it real I have to say I learned from the best, RIP AC Chill [Verse 4, Chucky the Killer] SPC mo' still on the scene Chucky the Killer, murder one, come like sniper K-Rino, Ganksta N-I-P and [?] [?] their team That's the firing squad, we got them F16s I f*ck with my team tough, I stay on the scene rough Kill a motherf*cker tryna call my bluff I'm too much to be touched, I splash his ab quick My heart won't tip when I walk in this b*tch I'm not programmed for all that bullsh*t I shotty him quick and I call it quits With that lyrical venom, I'm about to hit 'em and split 'em Kill 'em and get 'em every time I step up and I deliver this flow You just don't know, Chuck go and do that though Pull up on the scene, I'm in SPC mode And I rep that [?] and by the G code I fire the stilo [Verse 5, Mr. Cap] Line 'em up, time to face it, firing squad - can't escape it My culture - can't erase it, my blackism - I embrace it I can't fake it, I can't let 'em make it, I can't let 'em slide Lynch my brothers, rape my sisters, no, I can't let that ride I got pride, I'm fired up, I'm wired, flames up in my eyes They be killing us in the street, summer sixteen, genocide Mr. Cap of the SPC squad, penalizing corruption Seventy-five rifles trained on 'em, waiting for instructions Destruction in my wake, my spirit you can't break My third eye awake, we march and the earthquake When the 50 cal break, every chain be loaded and cocked I'll be there when the smoke clear, watch them all drop, Ism! [Verse 6, B-1] This gon' be a slaughterhouse, yeah I can see it now Your future in the palm of my hands, you 'bout to die now Ain't no retracting your infraction, it's a cold case Put me in front of the judge, I got stone face Shells in my shotgun too, plus they [?] Ni**as shooting out the back of the trunk, in moving cars You don't want none of these problems, ni**a, I promise You gon' end up like the late Christopher Wallace You can take it up with the Lord, he oughta clear it out After I murder your flesh, I take your spirit out K called the firing squad and I'm the serg When B-1 get at Nard, then discharge [Verse 7, Rhyme Felon] Air them clowns, lay 'em down Pioneer blazing, flaming crown The return of the felon, aiming rounds Devils get to running when the God's in town A time to kill, graze the field The walking dead turn to talking heads I'm the risen son from the hidden one The forbidden gun come to end your run (good riddance) We are splitting like the Red Sea deadly Steadily on the grind, ancestors on my mind After dress 'em one time, nothing lesser than a nine No pressure when I'm shooting off the rib 'cause I'm snoozing Moving for the kill for real It's the thrill of the kill that'll seal the deal Grip the grain of the heat like a steering wheel Got your faith through Hades or The Pearly Gates, wait No mistake who you're listening to It's too late when death get to whistling through It's too late when your face in that firing squad Your time is up, best believe we firing, God Meet the lord of the perfect [?] Who want war with the force of that [?] Breathe the verse and the earth will crack, I tell ya It gets no worse than that [Verse 8, Murder One] Warning: [?], this how I attack this track Murder One [?] leaving suckers on they back When drama comes, I set it off, this Southside killer When I bust a round, you'll gyrate on like a Jackson video Thriller I'm the wrong rasta man to be f*ckin' with I'm the wrong rasta man to be f*ckin' with I'm the wrong rasta man, you'll have wife and kids And I'm the right motherf*cker that won't let ya live Dangerous, notorious, loving every minute of it Inflicting pain, loved ones crying, soon they get over it It's a dirty game, it's a game that we all chose to play And you hear my heater whistle, when I start to spray [Verse 9, Kyu-Boi] [?] what I really wanna be And if I'm gonna be a G with a key, break free from the scene Get away, got away clean With a Robitussin with a Sprite with a codeine got a ni**a on lean Back in the days I was rocking the braid Now these days it be rocking the fade with a piece and chain still gripping the grain Still [?] but a damn thing change [?] thug thing, gotta get paid Want twenty-twos just so I'ma sling some blades Gotta hit the lye, gotta break the [?] off on the spot with a Cadillac Escalade Got a [?] in the back, then [?] back Two Tec twenty-twos in a black backpack Wanted countless stacks, you ni**as 'bout to jack Y'all punk motherf*ckers ain't f*ck with that Hit his ass for a knot to the fade with a cocaine rock to the fiends on the block Got 2014 like I say I win, double up again, ni**a, f*ck the cop Mashin' them h*es and I smash the gas Take two or three puffs, ni**a, dump the ash Let a ni**a know f*ck the motherf*ckin' po-po South Park ni**as ain't scared to blast [Verse 10, DBX] I was creeping in the streets when I got the message about some drive-away K I grabbed my forty-five, then bust a u, and texted I was on my way Thinking about how I'ma kill these fools And all the things that they mama would say When I Instagrammed they photo, put it on Facebook with his head slumped kinda this way We retaliate, my street coulda been [?] I got beef, how you motherf*ckers' salad taste? Plus I'm [?], f*ck what he had to say Don't reply to me, you jump fly with me Your hood status don't apply to me Inside of me resides a beast Leaving a bloody trail of emcees as far as the eye can see With binocular vision, you will put yourself in a awkward position Them [?] DBX is a top competition Beware the Coalition but y'all did not listen It's not my intention if y'all to come up missing From your home or workplace Shouldn't have f*cked with K-Rino in the first place Worse case scenario, you in a hearse face up Them [?] DBX ready to bust [Verse 11, Point Blank] So what I ain't on a invite, still crash that b*tch at midnight What's beef? Soon as you see his ass, it's on site Respect is earned, not given, don't cost nothin' to be a real ni**a Money don't make you a gangsta, no matter who you surround yourself with When adjust your presence in the room, start gaining attention That's when you work that motherf*cker, sh*t get interesting You get to see who's who and what's what Then go in sweating and that p*ssy start opening up [Verse 12, The Real J. Walker!] Open your eyes, ni**a, I been here since the crack years But damn it seem like ni**as done f*ck with me 'cause I'm too real Expecting me to fold as a whole but it's no real It's only right for me to add it up and make the sh*t clear I'm talking to you, old b*tch-ass, no-career-ass Ni**as think they got ahead, but they still in fear-ass How could you look me in the eyes of man And say you love me when the knife is in my back as I stand? But yet I'm everything you ni**as wanna be Everything you h*es wanna see, I meant that And everything you ni**as try to do I do it better 'cause I kick ass So no more Mr. Nice, minus ain't the life [?] get ya killed, I'm firing 'em up like it's a drill and Rino paid the price [Verse 13, Prez-D] You about to witness some rapping and dome clapping I'm leaving these suckers gasping, yeah I'm about that action Too trill you can't clone, my melanin too strong Y'all got me up in my zone by talking on two phones Don't let that suit and tie fool ya, yeah I did politics Before that, I was posted up with nicks And CDs by bloodliner's Nubian kush Warrior, emperor, take the mic off the hook I got 'em shook, or maybe it's the way that I floss Paid dues in this game, it don't matter the cost South Park Coalition, they was the first crew Southside representing, my ni**a, that's what it do [Verse 14, Hoodizm] Leaders don't follow, they live to see tomorrow When you beg, bum and borrow, it shows your words are hollow Liars, snakes, snitches, users, moochers fall hard They face the firing squad, oh my god Don't call 'em now, it's much too late You didn't change your ways so just accept your fate SPC be the clique, we put heads to bed I know you shook, the shadow of your soul is shaking scared Perspiration, anxiety, today your ass gon' learn P*ssy is a doorknob so we all gon' get a turn Erotic, psychotic describes my mental system South Park juggernaut, GT Hoodizm [Verse 15, Poosty Lee] Not tryna cap, but you ain't been where I been, fool I got more killers in my circle than the pen do They say that orange the new black, I say no thank ya I'm 'bout my bread, keeping it business, the new gangsta Stay on the grind, getting it the slow or the fast way So many hefty bags, you might think it's trash day Stay strapped, ready to spray if yo ass play So where your body fall, that's where your body lay Southside South Park is where we all from Ain't nobody saying sh*t when them laws come Bust a snitch in the mouth and leave his jaws numb And don't start no sh*t 'cause it's gon' be some [Verse 16, Greg L the Great] Son of [?] [?], I'm used to hearing them shots, boy I'm used to seeing them cops on a ni**a ass, yes they hot boy Better watch out for them scheming ni**as and them roaching h*e 'cause they plotting, boy I'ma treat none of these ratchet b*tches like classy chicks 'cause they rotten, boy The power to tour, collecting my dollars from crumbs Inhaling my flowers in lumps, I came straight outta the slums I want it all hundreds and ones and when I die, that's for my son My son, my son, say when I die, that's for my son Uh, young [?] raised by the streets, had to blaze flame to the beat Dedication every time I write, I leave my blood stains on the sheets [?] still f*cking up to eat, no hesitation, I ain't got a thing Mind gone, think I need a shrink They watching me and can't even blink [Verse 17, Ami Miller] Blow it inside of 'em, kill 'em, I body 'em There ain't no finding 'em, I'm there reminding 'em I get your b*tch to blow me like [?] I got no time for your sh*t, you ain't hot enough Taking a break from the bake getting cake You ain't gotta eat red meat to know it's a steak I'm so cold on the flow, my shoes turn into skates Icy the user like me, now they hate What's up with these ni**as? Motherf*ck they [?] Stacking your figures and [?] these b*tches I'm nice on religion, but I pray to God Pray that it keep me away from the frauds Spin around [?] that's the squad Had to see what they made of, they so hard And drop the sound, they done turn it into a job We cleaning up shop, you are now unemployed [Verse 18, Dat Gurl Netta] Allow me to hop on the track Allow me to put real music on the map Allow me to kill any beat 'cause I won't be defeated I'm heated, believe it's a fact So now that I have your attention, I think I should mention that I am not feeling you ni**as Instead I'ma get on a beat and continue to eat, steady proving I'm killing you ni**as With that being said, I'm constantly getting that bread Focused on staying ahead, no longer misled Planning my future instead, don't really care 'bout the Feds You heard what I said, I won't be affected by negativity, instead I'ma grind Building a empire for me and mine's So call it p-o-p, I hold it down [Verse 19, Sniper] No pain, no gain Stimulate your mind like cocaine Better get in line like Usain Wanna face the squad - that's insane I'ma get up in they mind, they ain't stopping me They can have a million guns aim at 'em at me I'ma run on the track 'til my feet bleed They better phone home like E.T Out of site, out of mind, I stay in the hood, I ain't hard to find Trump and Hillary are out of line, they finna get hit better [?] I ain't playing no games, I'm just telling the truth Snapping they seals like I'm chasing the loot Red rum so watch out I'm squeeze on the trigger 'til they all out Line 'em up, one by one, I'ma hit 'em with a verse, I don't need a gun Split wigs and pierce flesh, I'm down to get dirty but I stay fresh Unleashing all the darkness, squad nonstop and cock it Knowledge keeps the progress, Firing Squad in process [Verse 20, PSK-13] Six degrees of separation, we just need a separate nation I'ma call it revolution, you can call it revelation Spend it how you wanna spend it, plus put something funky in it In this thing to show my naked ass and I'm a donkey with it Coalition soldier, bruh, we'll destroy and fold ya, bruh The revolution won't be televised, that's what they told us, huh? A million brothers stand with me, knowledge born organically Oh say, yeah I can see how Uncle Sam don't f*ck with me The devil planned it all along, they want all the races gone Smiling with them faces on, b*tch, f*ck you and that racist song Here your twenty-one gun salute, b*tch, them twenty-one guns for you Twenty-one guns they stop my flow and reckless tag gon' come for you