Battle Wounds
You's a fake, a phoney, **** you spit is irrelevant
I'm real, respected, spit in your face for the hell of it
That's a hell of a good dip, brain matter battered in oil
Hip hop underground like the secrets of the royal
Family, la familia trusted brothers in the fight
Soldiers gone psycho that'll kill you out of spite
Now it's time to battle, enter the dragon, you still want war
Open you up like a flesh wound, slice your scab off, you sore
Hit the floor this a stick up, grab the cash then gone
Jump in a stolen pick-up weed scented from the chron
Come on you got to be joking, You think you at this level
My skills through the roof, my soul in hell with the devil
I'm a rebel, unhuman, a supernatural being
An altered beast, a savage, emotionless, deceiving
My brain's rotten full of filth, decrepid, decayed
Violent and vicious, ready to lash out, enraged
Ever been caged, i'm talking locked up, orange jump suit, jail
Nah...You's a name dropping snitch, cop calling, tattle-tale
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