I got so much anger Gotta release it....

Hook:
Why i got this in me-
each person i see~i think of em as a enemy/
guess its just the inner G/


When i see u on da street-even if i dun kno u~
i dun hesitate to make u fall of ur feet/
for no aparent reason~
nigga the U.S.A is accusin me of treason/
i dun even kno what that means~
i guess it seems~they want this criminal off the street/
shit they thought hitler was god~if he was~ Im EliTe/
lemee repeat~
shit they thought hitler was god~if he was~ Im EliTe/
u needed to hear it twice~
squashin MC's like mice/
just want to let the World kno im not NaZi~
but when i roll wit da crew~i can be come KaMiKaZEE/
Im more Ozzy~
Then Osborune~yo death no one will morn/

Hook:
Why i got this in me-
each person i see~i think of em as a enemy/
guess its just the inner G/

niggas got jokes-but when they shirt filled wit smokes~
and they cant feel they heart beatin/
they be triple quadreliving~no breathing~
my knifes got enter ur stern um~
the police,ur family, this dun concern um/
my clips~uve~earned um~
and u say ur hard?/
Ill pop yo mouth-yo jaw-im just to raw~
showin da pussies on da streets~
i aint like 50 i dun niggas changin my voice on da beats/
he sounds whack in the real~
i sound Intact in da Feel/
get outta my face~
or ima have to trace~yo~race~pace~me/
Im like Pizza hut~see if i get it dun in 30 mins or less~
if not its free/
either way u gon get bucked~
and T-Vochal~yo mix tape~ it Sucked/
cant compare~not tryin to put fear~but its there~
where? there~where?~ in Vochals stare/

Hook:
Why i got this in me-
each person i see~i think of em as a enemy/
guess its just the inner G/

This is a long ass spit~
got this cat wishin he wasnt such a clit (pussy)/
i got more imagination~
then Dr.Suess and O.J Simpson/
im just glimpson at the knife he used~
lookin at the niggas i bucked~bruised/
im just a 19 yr old nigga~im confused~
love or death~guess witch one i choosed/
i got yo ass in check~
U bout to feel my Tek/
got da fakes in check~
wait~who got u in check?~take a sec/
and think~b4 i stop ur eyes from that last blink~
got yo shirt covered in pink~
o wait its red, bitch yo ass in a casket dead~
from the passive hits to yo head/
i got massive hits~and clips of lead~
leavin u out of breath~
u designed it~im talkin bout yo death///

HoLLa