Heat To The Streets

I'm illa rhyme spitter

I am like an arms dealer

I sell heat to the streets nigga

C'mon

Shine til I'm blind nigga

Dime getter

I sell heat to the streets nigga

It's like nigga hate and we line up

All of them in one place

And we give them standing ovations

And I don't mean like Rhianna

I mean, squeezin' that llama

Dumb rappin', gun clappin', knee deep in that drama

Bakin' like a salon(a)

I'm a

Fight 'em like I'm in 'Nam(a)

Night 'em like a pajama

Bite him like a piranha

Hok, spit on ya Honor

Kurt Cobain, suicidal

You got the nerve of Nirvana

Bullets touch men and women

Just as quick as Madonna

Little nigga

I'll do to ya momma

What the KKK wanna do to Obama

I just need one K

I'm a repeat blocka

Tear up your whole block

The drum hold a hundred hot ones

I'm a

5 comma

9 apostrophe ass nigga

Spaz happy

Slash colostomy bag giver

[Kid Vishis:]

Slash the ass kicker

Slash the last lyrical ass nigga

Imperial swag

C'mon

Nigga know they don't want it with me

I'm the gas mask

To niggas that's runnin' on E

High as a wavy neighbor

I want my just due, two mules and 80 acres

Lady Day to stretch her pussy out like baby labor

The beefs embedded in me, I got fillet behavior

I got the A.R.-itis

Pop, shady flavor

I got gravy paper

That means I'm on top

That gun cocked is goin' down like Yung Joc

I'm the 80's savior

You want doe, I be the baker

Cakes up, I oven haters

I'm who made ya

I'm Kobe Bryant

Who care about the rest of you Lakers?

Infiltrate the truth and expose what's left

We the best haters

Put you on respirators

Put money on your head and up it like an escalator

Page full of rhymes

I'm about to lay the paper

I do the labor, Keno do the day to day stuff