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Lyrics

I stand strong in the mist of the drama
In the killing fields dancing a samba
They chanting my name just like a mantra
Just like Cyclopes Groove is a monster
Getting it in never settling for the status quo or the makeshift
I’m a guerrilla (Go realla) that’s going ape shit
Popping off high caliber cases nary a fuck given
You won’t find any traces just sins unforgivin'
I been winning since the beginning I been penning the illest scribes
Got 20/20 vision with my eyes fixed on the prize
I won’t be denied rather be tried than carried off
You can’t question my ties or the fact that I am the boss
I paid the cost in blood shed up under a full moon
Issuing last rights when the positions assumed
I stay game tight and on game night I’m in a zone
Ran the gauntlet on my way to the throne Yo soy el patron

Pound the pound so my pence is straight
My influence on the street you can’t debate
Body every body so you shouldn’t tempt fate
I’m Issuing last rights Hail Mary full of grace
So now I’m saying bye bye

I’m Superbad I’m superfly and this is my theme music
Superman with no weakness included
I wanted the power so I pursued it
Any obstacle in my way you know I removed it
Now I stand unopposed the game under my control
You are now underneath the rule of the criminal
Surrounded by sentinels who love how the paper folds
Ever loyal to the cause and ain’t no replacing those
My legend continues to grow the whispers that were once barely audible
Reverberate into a crescendo
My method of madness is central to being the baddest mother fucker spittin
Killin the game with each passage written
I relish the role of the villain
Hate me or love me you get the same result
The shadow I cast down is ominous
I promise that I will never cease with this art for I’m a beast
Cuhz this art form it is my release you understanding me?

You really should have chose a different path
You really really should have gone and did the math
Now the quertes singing lullaby’s
And I gotta say bye, bye, bye

I’m always down to let them pistols burn to reaffirm I’m bout this
And you don’t wanna see that pronouncement
My people can vouch this my peoples from a similar strain
So there’s no escaping the hangman gang
There is no explaining the phenomena the boss introduce
Shared with the public just like a virus is loose (Yeah)
I quick to mobilize the violence
and all them riders ride in honor your highness and maintain the code of silence (Yeah)
Omertà on that mob shit
And I’m moving heavy weight I be be on that blob shit
Do that at a constant mastered all the options
Never will they box me in I move outside the margins
I do this for the love of the money the power and the respect
Apply the pressure keep my foot on they necks
Keep my foot on the gas
I won’t allow the moment to pass

Pound the pound so my pence is straight
My influence on the street you can’t debate
Body every body so you shouldn’t tempt fate
I’m Issuing last rights Hail Mary full of grace
So now I’m saying bye bye