Bam!

Here it is. Bam! And they said
«Goddamn» and «pass me the dope jam»
King Ceaz going up his sleeve, ayyo
This is for the non-believers. You ain’t no
Soldier. I thought Kamackeris told ya
It’s payback—you keep saying that I owed ya
(*Gunshot*) Take that, you dirty rat bastard
And give me back my fucking style that I mastered
The primitive, vigilant assassin
I never hate unless I hate with a passion
I’m not a fag, I don’t go in for the fashion
But I’ll go in for the mic and crash mansion
The maniac, about the sickest that you ever saw
I’ll Kill a Mockingbird and scream out, «Forevermore»
Forever raw, forever doing iller shit
It’s Monster Island Czars, yo, that fucking killer shit
Here it is. Bam! And they said
«Goddamn» and «pass me the dope jam»
Got the black duct tape for the webcam
Got the rope and the scope and the black van
Try to tell you, but you never wanna listen, son
You never learn until you come up the missing one
I got the keys to the city and your whole life
I gave the keys to the telly to your ho wife
She’s so trife. How you like living with a
Lowlife or getting stabbed with your own knife?
Like a sharp sword slicing your Achilles heel
You know the spiel ‘cause everything is really real
Mass appeal, never signed a deal to eat a meal
Old-school like a thousand that caught a feel
Mocknecks, suede fronts, and some Swedish knits
Ultimate breakbeats for the drum kits
And dumb skits, shorties that stunt with
The fat bags of chocolate to fill their blunts with
Yo, this is how I run shit, I run shit, and, yo
This is how I run shit, I run shit