Infiltration ft. Ram Gang & Ten Hawkins Lyrics

AK-47, .44 Magnum

Automatic weapons, night scope

Here's a compound bow and A machete with a red handle

That's what I'm gonna use to kill you

I'm Rick Grimes with sick rhymes

I shoot your husband in his face

If the bitch fine I'm never scared

You walking dead that's why I'm holding this urn for you

Sometimes you just gotta kill them, but they turn on you

I took a Xan, it turned me into a zombie

That's why they all dead now cause they tried to copy

And pace, embrace your face for mace

'Cause it's venom that I'm spitting

Burn your eyes like a skillet

You get it?

The shit that they kicking I'll never be with it

They tell me I'm different

But I just don't get why they appealing

It's on the radio, so now you sing along to these niggas

I'm looking for the purpose Like what the fuck wrong with these niggas

Alarmed when I hear it

I ain't even warning these niggas

And when they think it's okc I drop a bomb on these niggas

You in the same category as the pigs, get slaughtered

Flo, Steph Curry, Bruce Lee That's water

They over looking, let's get that right off

For style biters, and these liars

Now can you feel what I'm implying

I come through, and save hip hop When shorty die

And raid the game in perfect timing

Bringing heat like desert climates

Dead silence A speech for the dead

You still ain't hearing me yet

So why you choose to neglect This real shit You blind to it Nigga, write it down in braille

So hard to say you still ain't feeling me yet

Now go recruit with the rest Army fatigues in my vest

I go to war with all of You'll You'll ain't posing no threats

A scared man, a dead man Unless he holding a tec

But still he pussy to me

Cause y'all ain't catching no wreck

Them niggas soft as can be My niggas drawing no pad

They'll leave you sketched in these streets

Im posted up on the ave When it was DJ and me

I kept a blunt and a stash

He had the gun and the mag

Too much was rapping and fad

He brought me in, and it was murder that she wrote Bitch

You ain't gotta feel me, but you fear me

And you ain't gotta listen but I bet you hear me

And saying that you don't That's a fucking lie

Even atheists hear the voice of a god

And if you part your mouth Then don't talk to me

And if you slither, then Nigga, you can't walk with me

So a lot of you niggas can't be In the same room as I

Y'all don't do songs with me Cause every verse is turpentine

I love women, but I don't fuck with these bitches

Take that how you want

And wear the shoe if it's fitting

I'm a cold-hearted animal

Just call me Yeti

Hip-hop looking like Megiddo

And I'm bringing Armageddon

And you don't want this war with me

I'm killing these niggas, but never work with the police

Yeah, and they should be Screaming out rap lives matter

You want beef? Here it go, on a platter

The roaches going to try to bite it

Don't leave it down there

When I rhyme, man, I'm being precisive

No 50 Tyson, I'm the darkest I'm the capital knight

Try to play me about the bitch

And I'm going to snatch you tonight

They mad cause I'm coming up, while I'm rolling the dice

But if they winning, they Ain't got no pride, holding up tight

Other cough when I cough Your bitch ain't holding my mic

I'm physical, more than a Marathon, riding the bike

But hold on, let me take it vital

Just to see if you alright

Resurrection, the executioner, walking the light

Took too much damage

We enhanced it with an homology kite

Ten got a dime piece, so That's a match of the night

I flip the script, but never did a back flip in my life

But if you steady lack

It's the fact is that we nice

We practice to snatch this throne

Why you surprised

Your ignorance and your ego

Always swear that you right But now what bitch