Текст песни
You talk loud, but your spine says different
Running your mouth, now your teeth go missin’
No peace, no love — just fists and hate
This is beatdown, this is check-your-fate
I see cowards in packs, wolves in disguise
But I move with the pain that never dies
No second chance, no warning bell
You brought your lies, I brought my hell
infest my eyesight with all your hate
you propagandize turn on your faith
I won’t justify the souls that you ate
fear likes to multiply you take the bait
these walls will crumble
the fall will humble
I’m a pit bull, pussycat rappers just scratched,
They play tag, I play toe-tag, zip in the bag.
Stick in the whip, but it ain’t Nintendo play,
It’s a cartridge that eject when the metal wanna spray.
Break a spine with the cadence, vertebrae in the verse,
If I write you off, it’s obituary first.
Every punchline land like a brick through the glass,
Every scheme two-step like I’m whippin’ yo’ ass.
I step in, teeth gritted, make a pussy bleed syllabus,
Fist curriculum, every jab got a bonus in it.
Blood ink, bruise quills, I scribble his demise,
Ops thought they were smart, but they just memorize.
No ref, no bell, this a curbside class,
I tutor with steel, make him learn real fast.
Body to the floor, that’s the beat in the sound,
And the down in his name when I drag him around.
