Baron Mynd: ' Second Chance '
S.R: ' Lifestyles '
Echo: ' I'm tired of all of you!! '

Death at ya DooR

Storage of equipped shit that's been shipped packin' weight that weighs more than my whip, as BombZ who stands so strong who's enemies attempt to get rid of his whick, slept with visions of repressed flicks of danger that continues to test my clique, my clique be foul niggahs that'll malest ya' kids, no sympathy on my streets so lord forbid, with swords so morbid leave negative thoughts to make the brave abort it,

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Accordin' to status I bring ya' power to shortage, with strangers exploring the area fucking with the superior, type of fam' who attacks out but will infect your interior,
Affectin' health like maleria, dealing diseases not listed cuz I attend to kill beef please don't fuck up and get me twisted,
Violators who cross paths gets baths of blood, found who's out of district fixed it by returnin' corpses that's been missin',
Death at ya' door I plotted, I'm not bad, just an artist, finishin' beef that this niggah forgot he started..

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Times has changed with evolution new solution to problems with issues spillin' like polution, fuck it, I'll kill it then solve them,
you bring it and I'll clean it, you think its funny? But I mean it, lean it to the side from a bullet released and I seen it,
You cheated, fucking with me while I'm eatin, your forever seating cause I'm beating more than drums, sad endings and odd equals of sums, smashed into nothing more than crumbs,
Lower ya' lungs, you talk but pussies aint ready to spark, you whistle I bark, Death is here, And dawg, I don't knock....