Back To The Wall

Everything that glitter ain't gold. But the peace on the Cuban link heavy and glow.

Pull up, make your hoe shiver thinking it snowed.

Reaper with the pole. If you owe, repo your soul.

Put you to sleep. I'm ten toes down, rooted in concrete.

Skyscraper, highest in the city that never sleeps.

Tower over whack, rappers. Speak to the streets

over these beats, composed in a chamber with ease.

Flip flows. This ain't rap, this is flying trapeze.

Do it with the work too, either white or the green.

Eyes red, but the beam on the ghost is green.

The V followed by twelve like a foreign machine.

Life of a don. They pray I fall, wishing me harm.

Bunch of Rico's from Belly dropping dime to the law.

The wins be torturing these frauds like Saw.

Fuck em all. While they hate my victories, I'm just prepping for more.

Had my back to the wall.

Odds stacked against me, forced my way in the door. They didn't think I'd make it this far.

Jealous snakes watching every step, praying I fall.

Mama always told me that I'll be a star.

Papa always told me we're descendents of God.

Blood of kings in my veins, all hail to the czar.

Bend the knee or the guillotine chop your head off.

I hold court in the Bronx like that Warrior's scene.

Take siege of this rap shit. A rogue marine.

The punisher in the booth. I dispose of teams.

Then leave a skull and bone flag planted at the crime scene. Puerto Rican pirate, pillage your pockets, gripping the iron. Pressed to your belly. One wrong move, your mother crying. Like I'm on the banshee, I ain't hiding, I'm riding.

Anybody pose a threat, ain't no problem, we line em.

With the axe like Jack and the Shining, right in your lobby.

The shotty got two twin barrels like it was Siamese. Wouldn't try me. My mind way past seven thirty. Once the war commence, there won't be no mercy.

Had my back to the wall.

Odds stacked against me, forced my way in the door. They didn't think I'd make it this far.

Jealous snakes watching every step, praying I fall.