Going 'gainst me feels like the year's 1965|
Ninety niggas die when nine to sixty five shells hit you by surprise|
Dead body flies thru the air like the enterprise|
At warp speeds across fields, da renegade 'cross beams'|
Like 'Ghost busters'....no folk trust us|
Gunfire circle ma victims like four vultures| (get it?)
Skull ruptures, fingers chopped off, and the four of us|
Who survived will "remember" death like "lost lovers"|
...Artillery shells - rip em to shreds - strippin they heads|
Exposin their thoughts when they're brains be hanging from threads|
Of what remains of their vertebrae column|
Let the weapon spray stall em, if they not awake~rob em|
Retrieving more ammunition for the battles predicted|
Ancient prophet's visions revealed the missions verdict and|
....I was told and sent from the abyss|
Where the beast lives to released sins of past deceased kings|
This aint a war, this is is the armageddon|
Da Renegade motherfucka, (pop~pop! pop-pop!) Get em|