What The Blood Clot

Shit is bangin', son, you see what

I'm sayin'?

Our shit is bangin', son

Yo, Shaolin runnin' this shit, son, runnin' this shit

Wassup Y-Kim?

Wassup nigga?

Wassup up?

Representin'

Brownsville base

Peace to all my

Brownsville niggaz, what's goin on?

Peace to all my motherfuckin'

Putnam Avenue

Bedford stuy, niggaz

Peace to my, peace to my

Wild Wild

West Brighton, niggaz

All I hear is gun shots, can

I touch somethin'?

What the blood clot?

Nigga want

Tical, make it happen

You know my fuckin' style, fuck the rappin'

We can take it back to '85 if you wanna start actin' like you alive

It's all good,

I'm rollin' with my click

Owls, Backwoods and

Phillies, smokin' cess blunts mixed with illy

Got me flusted, now the whole world looks dusted

I'm in the area with the skill that never rusted

For real, nigga, touch it and you burn

When will motherfuckers learn

What be spreadin' like a germ?

Ha, ha, it's

Meth, word

I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it

I'm on point, like a fax machine, you get the message

It be no question and them bust the second guessin'

Keep your thoughts on your lessons

What the blood clot?

To tell the truth, you don't amaze me

Killa Hill

Project, a

Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me, what?

Check the

Raider Ruckus, fuck this, smoke a

Dutchmaster

Have 'em screamin' for the duchess, yeah,

I gotta have it

So I strive to stack my papes, if

I don't do it for myself

I'ma do it for

Case 'cause that's my people

I'm giving you injections that be lethal

Weapon, when niggaz start the half steppin' then

I get evil

But don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you

I'm humble, a fucking

Killa Bee, far from bumble

I sting you, bzz and

I bring you

Thirty-six chambers of head banger, bitch

Why I deal with?

I think the mic's on the fritz

Faggot soundmen, they be sabotagin' shit

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane

Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my fuckin' name

What the blood clot?

Yeah, you know what

I'm sayin'?

Keepin' it real on this thing

First of all

I'd like to give a big peace and shout out

To my brothers in the belly of the beast

Raider Ruckus, we're friends to the end and back again, baby

One love,

June Lover,

Shitty Brown

Pussin', Pil,

The P.L.O.,

Stack Dat,

Dusty, Storm

Su, we still in here, nigga

Jamel, one love, baby

Nice, Uncle

Eric a.k.a.

ShaneI ain't forget you, nigga,

Shakim, nuttin'

Big Sha, K.

Fisk, Big

Free from

Cipher Heat

All the fugitives on the run

Everybody from

Riker's Island to

San Quintan

And a big major shout out to my old dad

Who just got home on work release

Keep your heads up, niggaz