Night of the Long Knives

Some say one day you’re the cock of the walk
Then a feather duster
A wolf, then a leather sofa
I shoulda told ya, I’m three levels over
I keep a lethal weapon on me like Danny Glover
Keep the same energy if you away or next to me
Don’t switch sides or dick ride for fame or any fee
One spray, it gets disastrous like it’s Pompeii
Keep Toast aimed at your meatloaf put you in harm’s way
Belittle cats, every single track is laced with dope
Dead-weights tryna stay afloat, you lames are jokes
Crystal clear, deceitful snares shows your claim’s a hoax
Came with smoke, choke niggas like he ain’t spaced his tokes
Walk in your home, put the snub to your dome
Apply heat for your cheese like Brother Mouzone
My best writtens are hair splitting when properly combed
Tough to the bone These are words sculpted in stone
It’s the concrete jungle, where some thrive and some die
Lost lives, get bodied if you on the wrong side
Certified shooters on the roof who wan try
Come ride, It’s the night of the long knives
Niggas is featherweights, I rap circles around them
Any rap delegates though, I smash and decimate those
After my dough cos you can’t get your bread in place
Hefty gauge leave your neck in brace ask for mercy grace
Rabid though, rapping flows in a manic pose
Uncut raw, pure blow that passed the stove
They want beef, I tenderize it with the garlic cloves
Silence of the lambs when you dance with wolves
Supreme rhyme maker, define greater
Riddle y’all with chiseled bars, carved with a fine razor
Double your hustle up, till your veins and muscles crush
Read between the lines, librarian doing the double Dutch
Dragon beast, sparking heat that’ll rough you up
Fire in my belly bottled up like a Molotov
True shit, loose lips taking silly shots
Smack niggas rapidly like I’m doing the milly rock
Bridge
Damn! rap niggas is straight bums
You a dick rider, I’m a street fighter like Fei Long
Stay strong, your girl tryna create funds
By taking tips, I never advised your babe wrong
Oops, that’s public indecency
Slick raps split cats for trying to get with me
One round from the gun pound leave you deformed now
All you heard was shots, Bullets Dolby surround sound
It’s the concrete jungle, where some thrive and some die
Lost lives, get bodied if you on the wrong side
Certified shooters on the roof who wan try
Come ride, It’s the night of the long knives