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Crisis
Crisis
Performer
Carl Urban
Carl Urban
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Crisis
Crisis
Producer

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My vision's crystal clear, pistoleer keep it near
Extendo in the Benz or gettin' piped by your widow
After I end you, no enigma, bullets leave you riddled
From where blocks sizzle all year like a hot griddle
Everybody on the menu, no vegan, just beef
They slept, now I got a vendetta, no surrender
Retreat is futile, my goons track you down where you sleep
I got the juice now, like Q at the end of the last scene
Smoke on exotic green from my buds gang team
Step to me, cock it back on you like Zach Lavine
SMG sound, you reps, we reign supreme
You still in the minors homeboy, this is major league
God of snakes, envy 'cause I'm doin' me
No venom in they raps with tendencies of a rat
Sell they soul for a plaque, I'd rather whip and flip packs
Them lies you tell in songs, I really did that
Feelin' like Michael after the baptism
New don, ready for war, strapped with the hammer
Got my vest on, XO and some Blue 41
Keep the stress off, do it for real ones eatin' chow in the mess hall
Black gloves on, aura thrower with the mic
Wrap the quarter 'round your windpipe
Used to serve the fiends past midnight, no sleep
Outlaw in these streets, ignorin' elders that preach
Me and my homies on the block ready to turn up the heat
Now I do it on beats, targetin' rappers that are weak
They not ready, they fear me
See me in they dreams at night like Freddy
While the reaper on the piano play a deadly melody
My pedigree's A1, my submachine weigh a ton
Was taught if you get caught, never tell
In fights, you never run
Could give a fuck about what they claim, ain't scared of none of 'em
When my run is done, they'll remember me as a real one
Bars and production fearsome, no filler
Uncut raw, the villain from the boogie down Bronx
Ain't with the industry shit, can't fuck with none of them frauds
Can see through them all, it's suicide to cross my skull
Feelin' like Michael after the baptism
New don, ready for war, strapped with the hammer
Got my vest on, XO and some Blue 41
Keep the stress off, do it for real ones eatin' chow in the mess hall
Feelin' like Michael after the baptism
New don, ready for war, strapped with the hammer
Got my vest on, XO and some Blue 41
Keep the stress off, do it for real ones eatin' chow in the mess hall
Written by: Carl Urban
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