Из альбома: Violent By Design
f/ Tragedy Khadafi
Yo, I'm savage
I write rhymes in pitch blackness
Any motherfucker that front, is left backless
Y'all motherfuckers just burn into ashes
Trying to step into the zone with Vinnie Paz
Is Black Sabbath
Put a slug in his grill
'Cause Jedi Mind two five thugs are for real
You ever think that lightning troubled and pale
'Cause a motherfucker like me thumping to kill
Y'all better pass the mic 'cause this ill
Y'all learn the +Facts Of Life+ from Kim Fields
I don't know how many kids my flow harms
My gun control leave y'all with no arms
Y'all love to smell the stench of dead bodies
Left in the path of the pad of Khadafi
Five Nine turn it up, man stop me
Animal thug who bust slugs in the lobby
Chorus
[Tragedy Khadafi]
I hit the turnpike on dirtbikes with 2 'litas
On my way to Philly to fight for Mumia
Only thug guerillas are react to this
The laws try to destroy black activists
Half of y'all, is performers and actresses
I keep atleast a 100 grand in the mattresses
Shit so hot, soon as i write it i get indicted
I dare one y'all scared niggas to bite it
I stood in hood lobbies getting my rocks off
With longjohns and 3 pairs of socks on
Ducking from the pigs so I don't get knocked off
Or popped off, and y'all thugs are soft
It's like you're skirt get pulled up, clothes come off
Red Dragons, can't even fuck with my brain patterns
I'm all live, Pentium Plus and Benz wagons
Maki, believe me it do ring bells
If you saw me do dirt you won't live to tell
I'd lived in a cell
Did bids in hell
Held niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail
Chorus