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XZA - High Alert
- *Verse 1*
- I should never rhyme cause everytime I step into a contest,
- brothers will evacuate the premises like its a bomb threat.
- Cause they know when I start dropping lines,
- I'll get arrested because it's a fucking crime when you destroy them boys in such a short time,
- squeezing them to death like they're fucking limes.
- I don't need a gun for you,
- none of you,
- cause I can kill you dead with my mouth like its a Mac 10,
- and this is not a rumor but a fact friend.
- Cook you like you're chicken and I'm colonel sanders,
- my rhymes make you end up in LCM's infernal chambers.
- Rep my city cause it rules,
- I sport jewels and extort crews, don't get me pissed, I got a short fuse.
- I go hard when I put in work, and beat up jerks, stay alert, no smirk cause my knuckles hurt.
- I be destroyin bitches with them punchlines,
- even when I'm at school and it's lunchtime,
- so then I look around for a fag acting bitchy so I can punch, and since its lunch,
- then he can have my fist for munch.
- In this area you can't shake no hands when they fist be clenched,
- you gotta deal with alotta fucks in the act of self defense and don't look for flats to rent,
- because you could also rent a gat for cents.
- Staring at someone can cause a sticky situation that can end up with assassination,
- when you don't have that street sensation.
- *Hook*
- That's why you needa stay on high alert,
- because if you don't you won't have a smirk. (6x)
- *Verse 2*
- So yea stay on alert or you could end up in a body bag,
- also if you lucky you could end up in a hottie's rag.
- That's how it go in these streets,
- staying alive here is like a fuckin worksheet,
- one wrong answer and you might have beef,
- one wrong answer and lose yo teeth,
- you might also get hurt underneath, yo skin,
- gotta ball hard around here, like Jeremy Lin,
- cause god up there won't answer no sins.
- Though I don't sell no drugs,
- I be destroying MCs in battles who wanna sweep me up under the rug,
- but they can't because I spill rhymes like my mouth is a fuckin jug.
- Gangbangers hold gats,
- collect some dough stacks,
- and make bitches have a soul attack,
- talk smack and have your motherfuckin head attached to a bullet,
- and GETCHO ass whooped by the hooded.
- *Hook*
- That's why you needa stay on high alert,
- because if you don't, you won't have a smirk. (6x)
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