[Part Two] 



[Malik B] 

It' the R-to the, double-O to the, T-S an' 

Yo yo, it's the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo 

When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss 

Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss 

Toxic words that spill over pages, for ages 

Impacts like M-16's to twelve gauges 

The rage is still in me, never act too friendly 

Scully down creepin while you tilted off Henny 

Many man begin pure but in this world of sin your 

Holdin tight my mor-al by in-jure 

We scramble, because this game life is the gamble 

Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain 

Invade your brain wit the collision causing division 

Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons 

Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons 

Sweep your sector, leavin you niggaz for stool-pigeons 

My religion is a way of life, but the trife replays 

Cuz niggaz actin shiest these days 

Wagin wars, usin dynamics cuz I'ma slam it 

You talkin all this out out your mouth, you satanic 

Roam the planet, always takin bullshit for granted 

Just a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it 

You told to sit back, stand still and chill 

Niggaz bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill 

Wit a sour-ass taste smilin up in your face 

I'm like trust, never leavin no trial or no trace 

Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the discipline 

Twenty-five years of my life I learned to ?miss amend? 

Peep the structure of a whole empire 

Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya 

Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a fire 

Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire *echoes*