Krug Flutes

Think of this —
The sword is like a bird
If you clutch it too tightly you choke it
Too lightly, and it flies away
It’s chaos and crisis
I’m street fighting like I’m M. Bison
Shoot the shit out you, you feel lightning
It’s insanely, how I lift the iron like I’m Lee Haney
The clouds is all blood when it’s raining
Maxing out on the paper route, you took the safer route
I’m just tryin' stack my chips for a later drought
The cops, I played ‘em out, huh? bitch, I made it out
Take a swing in the Porsche
I been peaceful in and outta the course
So if you try me I’mma show no remorse
Fire from the torch, deplete your life source
You niggas pitiful — looking like peasants
Cut you up and in a crescent-like strike
The blood symbolize a dark night, you all hype
Don’t compare me to none, only trust my fucking gun
The Shogun, so I show fear to none
You niggas done