<i>[Verse One]i>
I don't bust guns, I bust rhymes to see funds
Four-four caliber tongue, you want some?
Let me know, K.O. flows, ya gots none
Let me know, that you don't speak 'til I'm done
And ya know, double-S straight to ya chest
Storch and Sarai, now who the best?
He's all I work with y'all, nuttin less
Infra-Red's the click I rep to the death
Hold tight, see light ya just might
Back hand like Van Damme all on the mic stand
.. go off like Lara Croft
Fire hair, hard body, killin you so soft
Like it better when they turn the lights off
Get gone, get in the zone, let's get it on
It's a shame, you was smilin w
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