Masked Avengers

Y'all niggaz ready or what?

Go after it, Lord Superb

My nigga Shyheim, 27

What? What?

Superb's the next nigga, respect for those before me

In these last days, I'm bringin rap glory

In the streets they hear it, some will remember the lyrics

In my demise, some will remember me in spirit

And I ain't tryin to die like 'Pac and BIG

And lose my talent to a cultured thug life

I'm a man, see a man stay around his

It takes years fear, like fuck y'all plans!

Tell the truth, son, you stole my dream

When I slept you schemed, you was deemed to see me fail

Your frail movements, almost got you killed

And the pressure you felt was what made you tell

If you could do the crime, how 'bout the time in jail?

I shall survive, we shall prevail!

I'ma keep it field while others keep it real

And get a real long time in jail

Tell the truth, son, you want my life

I studied for years, got years and did years

Niggaz in my PJ's got knocked in pairs

Locked, or stared, some got needles in chairs

It's the drugs, turnin' cowards into thugs

Burnin' slugs that had them wishin' they never was

in this position, up to goods, had eyes my proposition

Execution style, .45 brown starts the rippin'

My mind, body and soul got me stuck in the zone

Fuck a stay, I want the globe, take control with the chrome

Through sickness and health, poverty or wealth

Love or animos', we as one not for 'self!

Stay true to the, code of the grain

Keep out, certian types, let nothin' come between

what we had for years, growin', others staired

Survived the minor set backs, mock it anywhere

It's the heavy or major and your wiz be tryin' to play us

Cause your friends to take it, straight an assassin

Get 'em hot what? We get 'em hot what?

I give a kidney or a lung to my co-D. if he needed one

Cuz that's my dunn-dunn, I give him my only gun if he needed it

Oh that bitch, we both beatin' it

I could tell him a secret, he ain't repeatin' it

Cuz that's my dog, second grade to the mall

And when I get locked up, that's who the fuck I call

Got the cheddy ready to play the clerk to get me out the dirt

Put it in my Aunt's name because she works

We don't jerk one another or try to blow each other's cover

My mother's like his mother, his mother's like my mother

But no one on one's, I'm jumpin' in, fuck that!

We blazin' at the club with our guns back to back

Chicago Bulls style, The Rugged Child

Ain't nothin' sweet on the streets

or if I hit the penal, you know my style

You know my M.O., steal 60 on the vote on the Staten ferry boat

For my niggaz I grew up with, got drunk, threw up with

Smoked mad weed and kept guns to shoot up shit

Some sold crack, lookin' up to niggaz with stacks

Got locked up, left back, outside of the rack

Aiyo we drink what we been drinkin', think what we been thinkin'

Really free the slaves, not like Abraham Lincoln

Catch me in Cali sinkin' in Black Lincolns

Your brothers backstab you for the Benjamin Franklins

Whoa, say that we got no guns guns?

Who dare say that we got no guns?

From Jerusalem, fuck what you write or who producin' 'em

I come to the youth and 'em to drop jewels in 'em

We the lost sheeps, lift you off feet, we gon' eat

My .4-5th'll break off ya wrist, we off the cliff

Bungee jump, Mathematics beats make ya speakers pump

Fuck what you needin', son, this is what you want!