i aint lloyd banks but im always around gangs and "green"
i smoke it when i spit and it takes me into a "lyricall dream"
these fake faggots need to stop throwing "sop" tantrums
i'll shut theyre big mouth up by blowing tha glock phantom
it's the infamous killers - with my punches - im a lyricall cap pealer
im built like a gorilla - in a battle - i'll ridicule your fillers
il "spray" my automatic like a graffiti can, you'll need a brain scan
il put slits in your face like a japanese man, its the infamous clan
you cant touch this colaboration, step to me it be pain you gon be facin'
a joint this hot deserves a celabration, i got the listener in elation
we "fam" but theres no relation, the gat goes "bam" and it's blood you tastin
i got a "green house" for my growing drug platation, this is lyricall domination
im startin a hip-hop generation, i send haters on permenant vacation
listen to my metaphor creation, i throw personals with no hesitation
my rhymes get in your head mentally like some sorta meditation
il blow you up like a suicide bomber - total annihilation, physical transformation
my crew formal like a business organisation, i call it IK corporation
talk behind my back and il find it's you like an FBI investigation
i aint into science but il "heat" you up and "smoke" you like condensation