S.O.D.

(feat. Icarus, Red Cafe, Sy Scott) [Sy Scott]

Yo, I'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician

Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking

Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen

With a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin' it

We check the barrel and start respinnin' it

We I start, medics, start sowing and restitching them

My constituents and scorpions poisonous stingers filled with *****

Stay grippin'' em,

I've got a venomous heart, filled with vigilance

That will shatter ten continents and ten palatinates

Envision the vengefulness, visualize the vindictiveness

I rhyme with

Sid Vicious viciousness

You be kiddin, soft like kittens

My grills are pit bulls they will kill when

I say sick'em

Restrain me, restrict me

I'm arresting resistance, can't be apprehended ***** [Chorus]

You got a problem with

E If you got a problem, come a holla at me

And if you want it, we can get it started

Plus I got the whole squad siding with me [Icarus]

Let the catty spray and wet up the matinee

Smack *****z with both hands like patty-cake

Violate and

I will retaliate

I don't battle fake *****z,

I'm heavyweight *****

GMG, fam, we gladly hotta

Behold the sorcerer's stone like

Harry Potter

And I'm like harry potta, we scary riders

Can't get near the dadda,

I swear to

God I'll come find where you hidin'

Have my high, finding beamers and ninas

Leave the area shot up, you hearing me patna

I'm a ****ing five star general, to drive cars into you

Ic' dodge interviews, one flip of the mack, take all ten of you

This message intended to, who's ever offended duke

Yeah you my *****, but you could still get it too

So don't test me,

I don't wanna do this **** to you [Chorus] [Red Cafe]

Live from the

NY state And

I got one question, guess what's in my waste

Ya'll got me pisted off slick talk

To get that

Jacob watch,

I'll cut your wrist off

I'm in the limo too long to turn

And this **********in' dutch taking long to burn

I'm impatient, this is a song you learn

Make money, take money, and

I'm hear to confirm my occupation

The new boss of course, the new

Porsche I pull up just to murder you *****z and move off

You too soft,

Red Cafe from

New York I tell a ***** quick,

I'm hot can't cool off

I twist lesbos, and and guzzling out exos

My firearms stick to my waste like

Velcro It's

R.C. nothing phony about me, with

E double the

O.G. you know me [Chorus] [Erick Sermon]

Yeah I know, you never expect me to anchor

I bring it to them so called pranksters and them gangsters

I run DMCs, from rappers that's petter piper

I am the big apple, ain't nobody ripper man

I'm not M.

J. I'm a lover and a fighter

That's why

I'm in D.C. now, looking for the sniper

I came in the game with hoodies and timberlands

Hard since

Cypress Hill been wanting to kill a man

I did time, a thirteen year bid

I'm gutter

E, I'm hanging on the side of crib

I'm a fan, but

I hate what you're doing

Whenever you performing shows it's me booing

Ya as soft as your bid-die, you punk now, and you gonna be a punk at sixty

Dog, ya need more team to get me

I'm a G, and my

Unit come through like

Fifty [Chorus x2]