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)