March of the Hooded Soldiers

Lyrics

[Verse 1] On the real I resurrect everybody with the dialect The sniper getting vexed, shooting rhymes in the cipher next I keep it real on how I feel, it's how I see it Believe it, it's not a secret, you will get defeated You know escape is hopeless, I stay focused like a camera Notice the grammar hits you like a blow from a hammer Like our store, carnivore off the mеntal And it ain't gentle when I gеt the pad and pencil A soldier, blowing shit up like Oklahoma Holding onto my composure, always sleeping in a coma Of deep thought, while other rappers sleepwalk I release heat off my chest when I speak, I force The evil source, all the stress I'm tolerating Sometimes I feel like I'm part of Satan Hard debating but don't argue, it's hard to explain Much of the terror in buckets I rain from the brain Will burn you like acid, elevated off the back Went straight out the plastic, I'll make your heartbeat rapid And backwards 'cause you're losing with tactics After tactics against my unknown mathematics [Verse 2: Timbo King] All jokes aside, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide 'Cause I'm sending wack comps straight to Mount Sinai I get drastic, plastered with plastic Bodies are being found, pain's filled with acid Broadcast the terror, legalize the led Can't find a trace, I make FBI fed Black and blue bruises, winners are losers Military tactics, letting off Uzis Code red, some dead, some still living You wanna learn, squeeze the trigger like a lemon Tear gas, smoke clouds fill the streets Time is running out, organize the peeps Blasting, telling your ass, not asking Raw dog do, this ain't a jam for dancing Terror strikes at midnight, dark and gloomy Hot shells hit the ground from the black toolie Chaos, all I hear is the click click Freeze, nobody moves, time for us to stick shit Creeping five days straight plus the weekend Royal men attack, the enemy's peeping [Verse 3] [Verse 4]