One of my favorites his 3rd verse is one of my favorites of all time
So what's the reason for the treason, punk you wanna die
My mind crucify those who try to defy
God Cipher Divine drop bombs on the blind
In the mood to get rude with the lyrics instead of my nine
Now I want a nikka to come with hand skills
Man chill, might end up in a landfill
Stand still, nikka you know the position
Glocks clicking from nikkas who ain't got pots to piss in
Plus I get hyped when my mic strikes windpipes
Me and Rock is this tight
(There'll never be no fist fights)
Your lip punks when my fifth smokes the rich folks who sniff coke
Now your bytch broke ain't no misquote
I just spoke, wicked ways with words of wisdom
Like Cyclops I spot fly shots with ill vision
Similar to none, son so it fukking seem
Savages get sewn the fukk up with shots to they spleen