Tribal

I'mma tribal muthafuka

Bushin' any, Barracuda

Cookin' brothas up in pots n' pans, smellin' Teriyaki

"Never see it, so exotic", let 'em eat sippin' saki

I'mma masta at my craft, layin' bodies like I'm Baki

Yeah, justa brotha from the underground

Hearin' brothas speak so ill, a pride runnin' now

Outta of ground? Let dem lyrics glide like hund' rounds

Da pen stays sharper than sum sharpnel flyin' out bounds

No locales, tribal or trench, the crown would be found

As the king of pride rock, these verses crumble thunderclouds

May y'all bow, a hunta slayin' ya like it's a herd of sow

In the south, strange fruit hang throughout the summer proud

Smoke a loud, tobacco born n' raised, a field to plowed

Many work them slaves, All they seen was cattle, merely brown

In a proper night, brothas makin' waves, fear a burnin' light

Fuck a revolution, Dante's inferno blazin' starry white

Glory nite, humming thru the sky, as if city cried

Stay alive, city-states been warring since Pandora's time

Present crime, brothas bust a hit fo' justa clammy dime

Sell a line, the kid of O.E. is warpin' command divine