I once took an oath to not brag, whine or boast, but it broke cuz did boast when i strangled ya throat/
It's already over and i fuckin' just begun, Shot ONE by the head of your SON you forgot to RUN so u caught a hole in ya LUNG/
I'm not a murderer but push me and i will be a Killa, cuz the street are sa “Jungle” so a gotsta be “Gorilla”/
I drive by real fast and i won't even stop~to~Spray, call the Cops~today cuz I'm cuttin' 514 up by the way of a Helicopter~Blade/
I crush flesh, rip tissue and Pound~Bones, 514 is the illest rapper I ever herd! … with Down~Syndrome…/
Time is Money and I'm watchin' tha Clock, a “Real Gansta” will “cement ya feet” in a block and drop you off tha “DOCK”/
force you to drink, of coarse my Pee~is~what~your~drinkin', blow a hole in ya head just to see~what~your~Thinkin'/
we can do this with fists, we can do this with Raps, you take a long nap after I clap hot caps, and come back to pick-up tha Scraps.../
how u like that?, lyrically I “Schorch” this emcee like I’m “throwin’ torches~over~here”/
so watch ya rear it’s me who you fear cuz I’m the Sorcerer forcin’~ya to toss~in~your~career…