Semi Automatic: Full Rap Metal Jacket

Streetlife • U-God • Inspectah Deck

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Yo, yo You can't hack the tactics of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can't hack the tactics of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic I mean mean lean when I pump the spunk And here's a chunk of machine gun funk I blitz like the fist of the mantis Those who oppose can drop and hit the canvas With rigor more, I hit you in the core And pop your legs within the figure four You can't stop the force when the blood is coursing Extortion, I'm coming like the headless horseman Enforcing, torturous slang for a fortune Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins Don't pop Glocks at me then cops'll bleep A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea Deep depths makes rappers soften Weak rappers' asses I crash my foot often Lay down them lines with them hard hits And I'm harming, bombing with heavy bombardments Pushing poetry like weed by the pounds Underground railroad is the track laid down I'm hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement Knock you on the head, you wonder where the days went These golden bangles, microphone getting strangled Five-star general scars you on the angle Bizarre thriller, war scar full-blown killer Shiesty mic device got my handpiece throbbin' Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings You can't hack the tactics of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can't hack the tactics of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can't hack the tactics of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can't hack the tactics of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic Yo, I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes MCs are shot down long range with sniper aim No question marks, the session starts with sparks My flows explode like hand grenades through your parts Universal soldier, M.O.'s to hold the globe in both hands Born to be sole controller Hit the world full blast, my crime pays cash Slip past these cyphers in a flash from the photographs Bestseller composer rough draft Razor sharp vocabulary cut glass Actual facts, crowds of thousands collapse You can't catch my style with bugs and phone taps Whether rhymes or crimes, I want mines regardless Hard targets, underground like black markets Pirates of the darkest water feel the aura Importer of rough rap that snuck 'cross the border Semi-automatic attack'll spray y'all Liquid sword swing and slay all, I'm AWOL You can't hack the tactics of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can't hack the tactics of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can't hack the tactics of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic Wu-Tang be killing you softly with this song You won't survive the outcome, I bring death jams to your eardrums P.L.O. hits the hardest regardless Felony offenders catching murder one charges Open cases got me smoked out in staircases The dark crusader jacking cats in elevators I strike back like the Jedi from N-Y-S-I Illifying, dope rhymes supplying I be all you need to rock these mic devices Projectiles, Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle I'm not your basic street entrepreneur Crime talk, packs of Luger Hot pursuit for the cream like the bodyguard from Beijing Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene On your facilities, the penalty D.O.A., bombshell your borough like Bombay Opposite attract, that's why these thieves stay strapped As we travel the globe to put Shaolin on the map I show loyalty to my fans fully Operational raps that bust through your skully I'm rated second to none, I be the top gun From the land of the slums spitting blades from my tongue Park Hill slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper Hit seeker, sounds that be attacking your speaker Watch me bang the headpiece, kid, there's no survival My flow lights up the block like a homicidal Murder, underground beef for the burger P.L.O., criminal thought you never heard of