Down in the streets of the city
It’s 1965
the Don had a vision
the child of his child
leading a mob with precision
an heir to his position
his perfect reality
he would make sure of its fruition

a voice from his crowd
some misspoken guy
a ragged man, with torn-up clothes
decides to show fates eyes
he raises his hands high
and calls down on the Don
There was only one perfect man
and that Man was My Son

A curse from the heavens
the clouds above them ran
he said
“thy will be done”
“and will be done by man”

October 22nd
2005
An unfortunate day
That changed both of our lives

That god-given glowing boy
A beaming light of perfection
Brings his mother ongoing joy
He ponders the question

What if my vision was false?
What if my vision was false?
Was the deranged man lying
Or telling truths while being crossed






A light flashes
He’s beginning to see
A tiny man tuning brasses
Trying to diss on Geek

His mouth wasn’t fit for words
The don sits confused
Trying to calm his nerves
This is the boy he’s served

Double Team on a rookie
Cause he can’t do it himself
Not only when he’s playing nookie
But when his bars need help

Came after the exception
The skill comes natural
Was given skill in conception
more than enough to pass you all

I’m your biggest curse
the man to tell the earth
the man who’ll do the will
when there’s blood to be spilled

I am your seven plagues
I am the great flood
the Don who stood against fate
Turned your river to blood

Your Grandpa had killed him
He thought the curse would die
Two generations of children
And proof God does not lie

False Visions

I woke up this morning
I'm looking at the time
I feel I'm forgetting something
but it’s slipping my mind

hop out of bed
rub the tire out my eyes
grab the keys
spark my ride
and the gears start to grind

it’s all coming together
and I start to remember
the mission I'm assigned
your life is mine

hoppin' out the car
50 cal in my arm
a written letter inside
I trigger my reply

I'm getting ready to shoot (shoot)
I'm getting ready to shoot (shoot)
I don’t go out and recruit
taking out trash reduce and reuse

I'm getting ready to shoot (ready)
I'm getting ready to shoot (aim)
I'm getting ready to shoot (fire)
(BOOM BOOM BOOM)

a hitman my best description
a hit damned with your addition
it’s a hard pill to swallow (swallow)
but it’s your prescription (doctors orders)

you’re good with your throat (what? pause)
it must be in the genes
you can’t reach the notes
a Soprano in your dreams

so climb the rocks to get higher
cause you can’t pay your supplier
you touch the wood it gets drier
so burn the leaves with this fire

King Arthur shot in the dark
Killed the three fakers I marked
imma a hitmaker at heart
look at the artists I sparked

pull out the friendliest Addo
to support you in the battle
forgot I'm taller than Babel
that brother lives in my shadow

I'm getting ready to shoot
I'm getting ready to shoot
load up my diss then boom
brains splatter all over your room

I'm getting ready to shoot (shoot)
I'm getting ready to shoot
I'm going back to my roots
I'm ready to give you the boot

I'm getting ready to shoot (shoot)
I'm getting ready to shoot (shoot)
I don’t go out and recruit
taking out trash reduce and reuse

I'm getting ready to shoot (ready)
I'm getting ready to shoot (aim)
I'm getting ready to shoot (fire)
(BOOM BOOM BOOM)

POP POP
I only make bangers
RING RING
they calling for favors
PLEASE DROP
they corny like crossfades
I’m king and they wanna cosplay

you’ll never sit on a throne
you should quit dissing
while you can atone
load up the lead that I had
only my pen and pad
cause I can draw blood on my own

bleeding through the page I'm writing on
fiending midget go without a bong
maybe you’ll write a decent song
maybe I’ll even sing along

Dissing geek over KKB?
Missing sleep just to aim at me
Sounds like someone has internal problems
Get off the beat seek therapy

You like Mary Jane more than me
smokin’ you while you smokin' weed
Hurry somebody get him a drink
You love being drunk
Is it a kink?

Hold up (Hold Up)
Did you even read the comic (Nuh Uh)
You over here quoting the goblin (What?)
Did you not see the hands he was caught in (Duh)

Even if this is my end
I’m putting you down
And all of your friends

I’m killing the Cult
Taking you with my breath
Just like Jim Jones
You inhaling your death

I'm getting ready to shoot
I'm getting ready to shoot
load up my diss then boom
brains splatter all over your room

I'm getting ready to shoot (shoot)
I'm getting ready to shoot
I'm going back to my roots
I'm ready to give you the boot

I'm getting ready to shoot (shoot)
I'm getting ready to shoot (shoot)
I don’t go out and recruit
taking out trash reduce and reuse

I'm getting ready to shoot (ready)
I'm getting ready to shoot (aim)
I'm getting ready to shoot (fire)
(BOOM BOOM BOOM)

Ready To Shoot

Son of a good fella
getting called a good boy
go play with your toys
a rubber bone making suspicious noise

five foot seven
and your playing with the biggest man
Matt the next one up
but you’d rather attack
the black
like the Klan

how i got no taste
hatsune miku
you’re giving the most plays
like what is wrong with you

who are you to talk on Hip Hop
your favorite artists a bot
stealing data from others
go figure your fav is a bop

your on my meat
and riding my brothers
Eli hopped on the beef
and you’re under the covers

who’s the more talented son
think i misheard you
i collect talent like ones
like catching bird flu

huh

scratching up the records you 
break it you buy it
im the one who’s paying themselves
i’ll keep on writing

you gotta post the music to sell
you keep on hiding
you private the diss that you tell
why even try it

i’d go for the throat but you might get hard
try to blow on some folks from the side of a car
if i choke you’ll explode like loaded AR’s
if you think im talking dirty you lost sight of the spar

huh

faked my death
but
you dug the grave
and took my place

I’m Harry’s best bud
you take the fame
but Franks who aimed

Faked my death
but
you dug the grave
and took my place

I’m Harry’s best bud
you take the fame
but Franks who aimed

Grave

Who is the best from this town?
the best with the sound
don’t mess with us now
Which one of us sits on the throne?
Who kicks and who goes?
Who gets to stay home?
I pass the test with no doubt
I impress the crowd
I'm meant for this crown
I’ll take the hits and the blows
just know
I pulled the sword from the stone


who is the king of the 309?
is it Ghostie, or Addo, or Kai?
no matter who you confide, the real King is I
my squad is busy rushing unless there’s someone close
a lame is saying something
I’ll tell em right, and make em get ghost
Uvalde was almost as bad as your song
Pray for the kids but you’re saying it wrong
Maybe the chorus bathroom is where you belong, cause your voice is cheeks and you chief like Chong
Can’t believe you rapped on that Metro
Hopped on the fan bus, got kicked off, surprised when your face met road
For real though, I wish you would quit
OTL, stay on the low, all the people resist
run away from the beat, like you scared to commit
keep it all unreleased, every rhyme that you’ve spit
You aren’t skai bound, you’re just a guy, clown
You can’t even talk down, I'm talking 6 too
Your game is underground


Who is the best from this town?
the best with the sound
don’t mess with us now
Which one of us sits on the throne?
Who kicks and who goes?
Who gets to stay home?
I pass the test and with no doubt
I impress the crowd
I'm meant for this crown
I’ll take the hits and the blows
just know
I pulled the sword from the stone


White Boy Tee, just a white boy to me
Put me on K Dot my I’s and cross the (Yeah you get it)
“Imma Vampire” was mid but don’t sweat it
Open up the blinds, enjoy the view, you won’t regret it
Ordered garlic bread on the left side feelin' peckish (get it?)
That was a low blow, but stakes are high, don’t forget it
Quinn been hiding from me since 1982
Suckin on duds and hiding his diss from view
Said I got the worst takes, you’re the one taking it
You’re entire persona Finto, I swear you gotta be faking it
You love one thing more than grass, always got a hand in it
Surprised you couldn’t run Phas with how you keep ram in it
The biggest weeb I ever knew, and I’m an editor
I swear Arnie got dirt on you cause you’re all predators
Please change the bodies
Poor choice of targets
Common pairing of hobbies
Copy paste within the margins

Who is the best from this town?
the best with the sound
don’t mess with us now
Which one of us sits on the throne?
Who kicks and who goes?
Who gets to stay home?
I pass the test and with no doubt
I impress the crowd
I'm meant for this crown
I’ll take the hits and the blows
just know
I pulled the sword from the stone

I carried you on NOS
that’s a well-known fact
I made a bar on pickle rick
and you’re still in my pack
I might double-cross
when the bored is back
you’ve lain a single brick
your music never hit but the foul’s contact
it left you shattered
i could not be clearer
who’s the greatest of them all
let’s ask the magic mirror
Eli, you thought I forgot about you?
It’s been months you know what imma do
Yuh
Yuh
You got some big ole’
EARS (8x)

Who is the best from this town?
the best with the sound
don’t mess with us now
Which one of us sits on the throne?
Who kicks and who goes?
Who gets to stay home?
I pass the test and with no doubt
I impress the crowd
I'm meant for this crown
I’ll take the hits and the blows
just know
I pulled the sword from the stone

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