amovwiot es kargi tema shesanishnavi namushevrit

The nigga don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally, I catch bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguing MCs, I keep em trained like potties
I bomb facts, my sword is an axe
To split backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggas are timid
And nobody knows how we move like wolves in sheep clothes
Producing data, microchips of software, underground and off-air
The Land of the Lost, notorious henchman from the North
Striking niggas where the Mason-Dixon line cross