The Shoot Out

Lyrics

​​​​​[Intro: Todd McFarlane's 'Spawn' sample}​​​​​] ...and apocalyptic [Verse 1: P.R. Terrorist] I got a hunger for the mic my appetite strike late at night Food for thought, hold down the fort up in the port of riches Last seen giving stitches, grab a cat by his gold rope crucifix His team actin superstitious One eyein, one fakin, reachin for his iron One tryin to get close, I got the toast and I'm firin Blood gushin, I think I hear sirens, commotion Still zonin off the war potion [Verse 2: Beretta 9] We be the masters of circumference My thought can't be altered by any mind control substance For the key to this shit, kid Exterminate imposter, a group of A-Alikes My team be deep like a roster, we lobster And break the legs of all imposters, cut the tongues off the snakes Just one hiss may cost ya a price of ya life I say always think twice, remember always think twice 'Cause one fucking mistake may be coming your way, kid So wake the fuck up, yo wake the fuck up, yo [Verse 3: Islord] Aiyo, straight up and down Dont even bring that type of shit around me You liable to get ya whole neck slapped off ya shoulders Quick fast, faster than the eye blink So why think you could live amongst the Livest MCs and G-O-Ds that I run with And collaborate my thoughts with To elevate to a higher standard as I landed But never stranded as the God P.R. Terrorist apprehended Analog suspects on the set [Verse 4: Dom Pachino] Dirty doctrine, killer concoction, rhyme rotting Stay plotting, yesterday went grenade shopping Caught a nice one, grabbed the vest up This track I blessed it, make it bloody, ugly Dip it in mud, my soldiers gonna love me Grab the mic, look into the sunshine way above me Hold my forehead, today had my daily bread Shared it with you, make sure my fans are always fed [Verse 5 Killa Sin] Yo, I'm pullin wrestling moves on competition, headlocked into submission While shots are lickin, picking through crops of intuition Yo my brain starts to change towards a strange course Names brought in vain, court the physical force of unexplained Fought the battle of my life in the night light This nigga grab a mic tight and strike with a flash like dynamite might So figure this, Killa gets vigorous A lyricist supremacist attacking the track like native villages (Run, we still pillaging dunn)