Aaaahhhh. Tune them! Y'all want from me. Y'all don't want money. Y'all don't want from me. Y'all wanna die in the chase of things. We all gon' die and break the thing. Trapped inside a burning church, made it out alive. God know my worth. Raw face, scar face, sharp face. More defeat, I know it hurts. 20 of em. 20 on call, got 20 in my hand. Got 20 on church, gave 20 to my dawg. Got 20 on girls that'll f**k you then f**k you over. Take your safe, take your keys, take your rover, take the heart you thought you had. Speed off, rolling up life in a taxi cab. Ops on the radar. You're dead to me. How you wanna play ball? You're dead to me. Takes off. You're dead to me. You know what zone I'm in. You're dead to me. Don't care who you with. You're dead to me. Watch me do my s**t. You're dead to me. You're dead to me. Tune them. Ay ay, ready set go crazy. Hit it for next, you see I'm getting mice. Life hit a d**k with the limit's limelight. But at night we still committing crimes, spitting rhymes. Ride a coupe with a spinnin' rim, get inside. Bring a friend, bleeding hands from the genocide. Clean me up, beat me up to the other side. Brothers die cause coons turn to butterflies. They don't wanna see me sitting in the Benz. They don't wanna see me living on the end. Of the city in a city wide bend. Show no pity in the city for the sin. They don't wanna see me getting to the chair. They just wanna see me swimming in the deck. Don't drown on ground with it to your head. 9-1-1 freeze dead. Ops on the radar. You're dead to me. How you wanna play ball? You're dead to me. Takes off. You're dead to me. You're dead to me. You're dead to me. You know what zone I'm in. You're dead to me. Don't care who you with. You're dead to me. Watch me do my s**t. You're dead to me. You're dead to me. I move like a millipede. When I flex them. Tendons like rubber trees. Young Billy Jackson. Back to the t***. Mouthpiece drawn. Got a verbal armory. Stacked bodies not figurines. Move beneath the surface. Submarine. I'm half machine. Obscene with a light sword. Look inside the brain. It's a riot in the psych ward. What you standing on the side for? Roar like a lioness. Punch like a cyborg. Spit slick. Attack is subliminal. Flowers on my mind. But the rhyme style's sinister. Stand behind my own bars. Legacy's a criminal. Gotham city streets are playing the s**t. Crushing any system that better does us. Antidote to every poison they administer. Switching like time signatures. Colors in my aura. Time to cover the perimeter. Brown bodies that the blues wanna shoot through. High res lenses wanna... Pull over your eyes. My strength ain't nothing like my size. Blades on the top. Kathleen Cleaver. Tangle my cords like a weaver. Ops on the radar. You're dead to me. How you wanna play ball? You're dead to me. Takes off. You're dead to me. You're dead to me. You're dead to me. You know what zone I'm in. You're dead to me. Don't care who you with. You're dead to me. Watch me do my... You're dead to me. You're dead to me.