( intro ) :
( YLG the number one crew,
Competition is war, Weapons are withdrew
stand our flag, we are way ahead
In this combat of death and blood shed. )
( Verse 1 ) :
enter my battle zone, its war i declare
Lyrical warfare, i'm loaded with artillery and gear
Got all kinda weapons and arms, in my lair
Grenade bars, flow is flash bombs, your in despair
Im a nightmare, to any emcee, challenge me i double dare
Im indestructible like an armoured tank, i strike and shank
With these fangs, machetes and switch blades,
shoot and bomb rappers, spitting grenades
my army lined up in rows like corn rows, and French braides
we going out with troops, put holes in you like foot loops
my tongue is a blow torch when my spit shoots, Holding my ground, sticking to my roots
kill anybody, that smells like trouble, we make bloodshed the size of puddles
Going out like a pack, of hungry wolves on the move, who got each other's back
stalk, ambush, surprise attack, from the side, front, and back
We got bigger weapons and ammo, outnumbering opponents, we more stacked
Danger zone when we interact, before making a move, staying in contact
Once we start to react, it's deadly combat,
Become victorious , fire works, parade marches, and trumpets
Celebrating the victory, as we remain triumphant
Adonis
( verse 2 ) :
I'm in the zone with tremayne zoned at the shooting range
Pencil bangings cussing mental migraines and
Hit ya home homeboy ya hos throat give her hiccups
Hit up the barmitsfa stripping loose leaves popping
Pens and dropping men and close friends wounding with words
Tuning ya ear speakers while shooting the self believers
Flow cold I store my bored book in the freezer
Then wear the ice around the mic and spit gold ya know
Write like Sosa and rhyme fight like i am balboas
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YLG
Member since November 18 2015