DJ Slim:
..............Its about that time...for yall to witness.......the raising of the bar

+Hitchcock+
check, As i gaze back into the depths of my soul
I notice that its only just a couple seconds to go
Cuz, as you see the dezzy eagle weapon is chrome
And if i squeeze it too much, well the lesson is known
I wont stop until i know i crushed ya chest and ya bones
im not subtle them things lick off, its a deafening tone
Ya moms get the bad news, now she clenchin the phone
I stash the heat, go to sleep and count my blessings at home
these MC's is garbage, if u not bad..., you was decent
i got this rap game on lock, like i had you in leashes
All system's go im ready to launch
im deadly as jaws, fuck what you think, i dont pay a penny for thoughts
I smoke a haze pound, and just burn the days down
tell niggas, to keep they head up and learn to stay proud
i dont give FUCK what you whores condone
i'll still find a way to strangle you wit a cordless phone, ha

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What POW

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KILL THAT Static WHAT!
KILL THAT Static , WHAT!
KILL THAT Static, WHAT!

+Hitchcock+
My niggas gettin knocked, so stop snitchin frreal
These Kurt Schilling lawyers they always "pitchin a deal"
The DA wanna lock us up
My niggas gettin smacked around by crackas like a hockey puck (HAHAAA)
I know you want to stop me but
I can see you Xerox zeros, yall just want to copy much
Im smokin the spinach
Thinkin even hard niggas got a heart, but you wont in a minute
I acknoweledge my sins dog, and i hope im forgiven
And if im not, Hitchcock will b the dopest in prison
Tried to leave this shit, n thought it would stay the same
Cuz HC was pullin more bricks than a Jenga game
Its 2 options, either be dead or be bossed up
My career like bleach, this nigga can never b washed up
I got my cheese all in a stack
Put my beef in my gat, and spit meat balls at ya back (hahah)

Chorus:
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KILL THAT Static, WHAT!
KILL THAT Static , WHAT!
KILL THAT Static, WHAT!

+Hitchcock+
Im the best fuck it, you can be humble if you want
i do songs in like half n hour, and you struggle in a month
snitches, i get to sprayin n stop
niggas wanna b wit the O's, even Ice- T is playin a cop
im aimin to cock,now all my hate is manifested in steel
im carryin enuff heat on me to get ya complexion to peal
the detecive'll squeal,.. when he sees the murder report
n im so nice, my case will get no further than court
if the piece jam, thats why i got two hands man
i'l turn ya beak funny colors like you toucan sam
Its like i cant stop the chics from hoppin on me
naw i aint dead or in the ground yet, so niggas stop "plottin on me"
why is it niggas gotta at like they got somethin to prove
smother you fools, im snatchin souls, basically i got nothin to lose
keep swinging at yall niggas till im covered in blood
dust off my shoes, wash my hands, say "its nothin" and shrug....what

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Huh CLICK
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KILL THAT Static, WHAT!
KILL THAT Static , WHAT!
KILL THAT Static, WHAT!

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Open Mic's

Lick Shots=Hitchcock feat Paul Cain and The Sick One
Opposite of Cold= The Cartel
Dear Others=Hitchcock
Kill That Static=Hitchcock