you ain't a killer

the harsh realities of life is takin tolls

even jesus christ forsake my soul

please tell me what price to pay to make it home

take control

i'm makin dough

but not enough to blow

j.o.'s

they lust my flows

but aiyyo

i don't trust a soul

that's all i know or need to

these evil streets'll meet you

halfway and eat you

i laugh tryin to survive illegal

i leave you lost

bounce you on the cross

rip you like a horse

sacrife your life to a higher force

then i stomp your corpse it's the bronx of course recognize the accent?

one of the last livin still in action

general assassin

catchin any wreck

blastin any tech

smashin any chest

passin any test

charles manson in the flesh

any last requests before you meet your maker?

sew what you reap a wake up

shakin up a storm like anita baker

i'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate

incarcerate your fate in satan's fiery lake

then i lock the gate

make no mistake

the shit is real" as joe