(Intro)
Yeah
What,come on
Armada,Aims,Banish come on
(Verse)
Lost in the ocean,so you probably blow
Take your story, don't open up in my show
Show me dough like your teacher cooking class
Book me faster or write a novel about you looking 
smashed
I don't smell your sofora shit
Only way to make a mark in music
If you is the target ,bitch
I'm more than being done with it
My axe will slash you by the gut
A box of roses with a gun in it
Terminate those that shapeshift lace stiff
Faceless, unprintable tips ,DNA traceless
Run way to 2-1, or have the chest tame
My brain thinks so far ahead, I get chest pains
Check mate, and torch it with propane
I got that quick whip, misused it on cocaine
You so lame, now getting feed in the packing gut
Or wack this like I left you dead in the back yard
(Chorus)
You got it, take it, lace it,make it
You don't really wanna try and contest we
We break it, you hate it, face it and fake it
Could've win another way 
Now dead is how you'll be
My worst enemy is always me
I don't pick sides
My proximity surrounds me,to lay this mind
The bar is high, the signs have tapped the life of 
crime
Might find yourself in hell
Looking stale and frail
Horsemen ride by looking pale
They some sanchez with a battleaxe
They pop the scale
I played like with the shit,it's all my caddy
With fanny status, the son of the fatty
Choose a path 
I cross panic I promise to pay homage
I see everything's that's savage ,the commit
The might have profit
I'll make a profit by dropping 
You have me spread at the target
Change your tactic dramatic 
Rapid fire lyric all get
Lift it and dip it like motherfucker Stallone
Nighthawk you punk ass is all alone
On the phone got extra sauce for the wife
I got her bend on the store
Like she's fixing the pipe
(Chorus)
You got it, take it, lace it,make it
You don't really wanna try and contest we
We break it, you hate it, face it and fake it
Could've win another way 
Now dead is how you'll be
(Verse)
It's that war affect
Hit you in the core and neck
About time you show some more respect
Turn you like you thought it would, pouring wet
Another third world wreck
When I turn up all shells connect
This really helped, a bit of what you might expect
Final solution,arms coat, or the french revolution
From the dead here's the 21 gun salon
All my trues gather around it's time to regroup
I'mma give you the rock,it's up to you to finish the 
oath
Counting on you like Teflon to kill the lou
I'n honoured to be a model, 'til today I'mma gone
60's a beat, keep the streets louder than Sona
Building crops, take from seeds like a farmer
When I get the urge for beat, I eat it like gooma
Promote ,hope for change in the streets like Obama
If you want me come and get me in the hills like Osama
(Outro)
Try and take your vision on me
Shots ,you don't even know half of my crew
Underneath you fate, no time to appreciate
But did she, I want a nation from a distance