My troops have rhythm like a group of organism we have
Same hereditary ballistic characteristics got rhyme and vocab
Rap hot with snapshots from Kodak flow exact scriptures
While taking pictures so say cheese we slay MC’S in our mixtures
Then film them end up a bozo with a photo yelling for help
Got pistols in pockets with missiles and rockets at home don’t step
To us, we a physical storm in a crystal form do a whirlwind
On your girlfriend blow her dress up and have sex beds hurl and spin
Hell even got peasant telling pleasant smelling tales with pearls to send
In letters, lame nerds are just game birds ready to fly south
And try mouth off wet words tweet like pet birds need a stout
Nest for your clout and mess, I’m on course with information
Coming from a source of devastation that’s my brain in rotation