The Deadzone

Lyrics

[Intro] Shoutout to Stoupe from Philly, man Let's get a level on me, come on, Silver They said make that Boston anthem I ain't gotta call it a Boston anthem if it's already a Boston anthem I ain't gotta try to make that shit [Verse 1] The return of the Boom Bap sound, so watch the beast rise They're watching me now, I got the street's eyes American rebel, I'm throwing B signs Pilling in the tinted-out truck, the seats reclined Bitches with D-size titties hollering "He's fine" Ever since my bank account following G signs In this foul country I love, I live on the East side The East Coast, specifically reside In the home of three stripes, land of the Celtic green You wanna step to get at me, I ain't seldom seen I'm in The Bean daily, 'less I'm on tour 'Less I'm posted up in Cali, banging a blonde whore I'm banging all .44s if I gotta shoot 'em I'll put a bullet in you, let's see if you're not a human [Hook: Sampled] Here I come so make way I drop bombs, kill your squad I flip lines and rhymes that never sound like yours You might try but you can't get close to- Here I come so make way Stepping to me, you'll wind up in the Dead Zone I flip lines and rhymes that never sound like yours The strong will survive, the weak will perish [Verse 2] I'm the freedom fighter, ghost writer, Slaine's a religion Violent criminal with no priors who ain't in a prison Got my eyes on the prize, it stays in the vision They switch blue green to haze or what's in 'em? Basil and cinnamon, pizza slices for days in my denim My hoodie tied tight, rocking Jay-Z in the winter Steady planning my invasion to enter The Rap game's like a pussy, spray my eggs in the center And I ain't afraid of doing federal sentences I'd rather spit paragraphs of venom, kid, the most venomous Fuck the Devil, if Gods win then send him in Tell him if Hip-Hop is dead: I'm the medicine Look at the state that my goddamn head is in It's only a matter of time before they let us in [Hook: Sampled] Here I come so make way I drop bombs, kill your squad I flip lines and rhymes that never sound like yours You might try but you can't get close to- Here I come so make way Stepping to me, you'll wind up in the Dead Zone I flip lines and rhymes that never sound like yours The strong will survive, the weak will perish [Verse 3] So the question's: do I fall off and throw it away? Do I go back to having nothing left with nowhere to stay? Do I continue to fuck with death and go to the bay? Or do I make this music until you know what I say? I'm the voice of the living sick, deadly depraved Hopeless and lost, the temptations have led me astray Well, this game I hate so much had let me to stay I guess I ain't the same motherfucker you said I was, hey? On the corner, I was known as a loner In the industry, I'm a broken microphone or goner I'm the lost soul at the crossroads Of my harsh reality to believe in, you pray I'm not so Jesus Christ, I'm precise repping these three stripes Even when I'm overseas, stepping with these Nikes [Hook: Sampled] Here I come so make way I drop bombs, kill your squad I flip lines and rhymes that never sound like yours You might try but you can't get close to- Here I come so make way Stepping to me, you'll wind up in the Dead Zone I flip lines and rhymes that never sound like yours The strong will survive, the weak will perish [Outro: Sampled] Stepping to me, you'll wind up in the Dead Zone Stepping to me, you'll wind up in the Dead Zone You'll wind up in the Dead Zone