now if i hunt ya down, and ya gun fails//
and im shooting you with the number of bullets by ya record sales//
split you open like terminated whales with a sail and dump you overboard the s.s. kale//
this means ya life is fucked, fucked fucked PhukeD
now if you watching my video tape of me spitting a phrase//
and you recieve a call confirming ya gonna die in 7 days//
and you have no means of escape cus heard the same scenorio occur on the news the other day//
there aint no way you can live ~life~ not - now - nor NeVA
if you pass by ya local liquer and suddenly something hits ya//
and you wake tied to wall by nail fixtures, and you realise your there next death picture//
this means the cops are gonna look, [at ya | gallery }, the death death gal-gal-gal-GaLEry
now if your the first non-white president making a first speech//
and you believe alls well by a breeze until a laser target crawls up ya sleeve//
and you think "my flesh is the bullets feed"//
tell me, did ya life flash before ya EyEz, or was it deja vu, a de-de-deja *scratchx2* vu
let say you stay at posh hotel, and in the middle of the night you hear a ring from a bell//
and the intercom says "sacrifice yUng L YuNg l"//
you jump outta bed to hit a shelve from which a butchers knife fell//
[final] was this really the act of death - you saw him didnt you - oh yes oh yes [destination]
i wonder? if ya driving ya new cruise and spill hennesy on ya new shoes//
and crash into a car which parts with a patrol stations fuse//
which secretly hides a nuclear device and blows everything including you//
666 what ratio is fate 2 coincendence is employed-ed-ed-ed-ed-edployed employed 999
now if your typing on ya keyboard on a rapbattle board in order to reign supreme with win score//
but a force knocks water over it all, and electrifys ya whole insides and more//
death is upon you, turn around and ((((((((((((((C)))))))))))))))))