Wanna be profiting gotta win Gotta spin
A million tracks
You feel me I feel you back
You kill me I kill you back
Gotta grin gotta sin gotta light the bin not end up in
And I’m locking in ever since a youngin
A tiger roaring a footy player scoring
Fuck with me
Suffer the consequence
Of a non sense rapper on the fence
But still in anger
But will begin to anchor management
your camp its sank and ranglin in
Bars metaphors my meter score
Better than yours heading for
Better shore competitors be fucking you
On my cellular better than you on a regular
Like who are you you Ainr no more
Leave you set ashore
This my letter for talking bout the era or
You fearin a roar
Every time I spit I’m hear to settle a score
Im a specialist operative
Leave you in the ground like tetanus spores
Non-operatives in this world non co-operative
Corroborative for the shiv the knife edge the biz
the high ledge takes many milage to break
Am talking bout the system how its unforgiven
I need a break for gods sake
We need escape plan
We need to escape man
How to escape with no escape plan
To begin to ran with no place to go
I think we dammed this place it shows
Nothing gold nothing bronze nothing silver
Ill be old before its gone and sailed the river
