ay yo, my style fresh i keep it rollin like some spinnin rims
fresh white tee, gold chain, fitted cap and timbs
blowin plenty limbs off plenty mothafuckas bodies
rollin on the block wit 10 goons 10 sawed off shotties
chillin with some hotties smoke weed like a forrest fire
my shit be toxic, make you choke like a burnin tire
electric like a wire, my lyrics fuckin implode
shrapnel leave ya corpse in ya car on the side of the road
ya car gettin towed, they couldnt see you sittin slumped
before you died you twitched like a nigga learnin to crump
you talk about the pump, why didnt you fuckin shoot back?
you aint bust guns, mothafucka you dont spit crack
go ahead and sit back, let the real rappa rip the microphone
you aint movin from the couch near the speakaz like you got a body-stone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HZjp5seTlo

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5op_92kWtU)
Son im sayin im fresh/I stay sharp like a thistle
Blastin on you with a missle/ a space-ship sized pistol
Ima be chewin through gristle, like after the beef,
and when the gristles through im snappin ya fuckin bones with my teef, ya feel me?
fo fives, you fuckin know how my niggaz play
we always chillin on the block and YES we plannin to stay

make paper like a pulpmill, im sayin im well payed
you always gettin fucked over so i guess you well laid,
i aint black like a spade, son im white like the card
im sayin i front hard sellin coke out my front yard

RIDIN LIKE D BLOCK, I GOTTA KEEP MY HEAT COCKED
YOU A LIL KID, PULLED THE GAT BUT THEN YA HEAT DROPPED
SON, YOU COULDNT HOLD UP YA GUN, KNOW WHAT IM SAYIN?
SAY YOU UP FRONT BUT SEE ME AN YOU AINT STAYIN, UH
CHEA, SEE ME UP FRONT, IM ALWAYS READY AND SPRAYIN
IM BOUT TO POP YA IN YA DOME WHAT YOU THOUGHT I WAS PLAYIN?

im known to slaughter mothafuckas on they blocks, by myself,
even if a nigga set me up i still die, by myself
cause no matter who ride for you once you sittin in the ground
they can say they rollin wit you say the cock the tre pound
they say they keep the fuckin hammer back in memory of you
same people but 1 less in the same old crew
(hit em up)

illest mothafucka from munro street and young too
you sayin that you run to the streets, well bitch i run too
im about to pop you, im sayin ima stop you
nobody gon' sign yuo when these lyrics fuckin drop you
and, if you wanna battle for real ill get the heata's
2 gats in each hand, 2 full cars they 4 seata's
thats 16 straps, bustin 16 caps,
for every time i pull a trigga one of your cats naps,

hit em up instrumental

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEgJu5lgCjA

kardiak arrest, my flows make ya fuckin heart stop
steppin on the stage spittin like the fuckin gats pop
and then the fuckin beat drop, you thought you had a chance,
put some money on the battle they jus paid me in advance,
my lyrics got you in a trance, you start cheerin me on
you sposed to diss me but you scream for me you small as a pawn
im somethin like the king, my last name even means it
the day before the battle he knew hed lose because he dreamed it
he woke up and screamed it, my vicious spittin get into your head
have you shakin havin nightmares while you sleepin in yo bed
all im seein is red, but i aint talkin bout no colored rags
i was torturin mothafuckas im talkin blood stained paper bags
ya head get cracked like eggs, im talkin sledge hammers and bats
AK's and mac 10's, berettas and plenty of gats

people think we fake thinkin we thinkin we thug
but we aint fakin no shit so talk shit get a slug

see my gun like a plug, its bout to close ya fuckin mouth
body bag is fuckin ready dig a hole down south
6 feet, nah fuck 6 feet lets hit 7

fuck it make it 11 so he dont make it to heaven
is you punks actually steppin? dont make me fuckin laugh
yall can rep whateva you want but still you get a blood bath
nd i got more wrath, than satan himself

torture you slowly cut ya ears n have ya lookin like an elf
grab the gun up off the shelf, run up on ya in ya blazer
yall aint know i got a chrome glock, plus it got a lazer
rhymes sharper then a razor, bigger than a mile

but they just gon keep expandin so call it the world in awhile
and after that im finna blow up, explosion leave you in a puny hearse
but ill just keep growin and growin til you can call me the universe
had a curse since birth, this fuckin insane mentality

and ever since im never abled to comprehend reality
but at the same time i was blessed with a gift
i was given the ability to write rhymes and pop the fo fifth
i was granted the mental strength to take away a persons life
and i learned your never safe without a heater or a knife

you could lose your fuckin life, in the streets, so watch your back,
pull the gat start shootin when you hear that fuckin click clack
so try to stay away from my block, or matter fact any
you brag about you got guns matter fact i got many
and even if your strapped, you could still get clapped,
you tried to rap and i napped so you came at me with a slap
all it did was wake me up, and you handed over the mic

my lyrics was hotter then 2 naked bitches lickin a dyke
and i just kept spittin hot fuckin flames til you ignited
the part of my brain that flows and fuckin god had just united
and you know i was delighted and excited to execute you

i aint short sighted or closed minded i see the truth doo'
i was invited by the rap game nah incited to rip MC's to shreds
to tear off plenty heads, to duck the mothafuckin feds
never catch me rockin dreds, but smoke weed like a jamaican
puffin blunts is my form of canadian bakin

i can tell your fuckin shakin, you know that your forsaken
you know that your fucked like you was lost in takla makan
think you hot then your mistaken, its fuckin kardiak a-rest
fuck guns my lyrics stop ya heart right through ya vest
they fuckin constrict your chest, leave stress in ya brain
the music stops your fine, then the flows start up again
you start goin insane, you try to maintain,
you try to fuckin compare but my styles arcane,

so i just drop the fuckin mic, head out to the fuckin whip
get my extended clip and put the glock on my hip
then i hit the fuckin strip, see you sellin fuckin cocaine
run ya fuckin pockets when im leavin youll be broke mang
you can try to slang, but ya crew is smaller then a mouse
ill do you like i was hussein, crash a plane into your house

you should go put on a blouse, cause deep down your bitch
we got 1 thing in common were both tryin to get rich
ill give you one slow pitch, heres a lob for you to catch
us rappers is like plants but im the best of the patch
im comin to snatch, the king of hip hops crown
im ready with the mac for fuckin shit to go down

you better hit the ground, i know your whole clique is delicate
and any fuckin tag alongs are gettin hit for the hell of it
check it im malevolent, my rhymes are diabolic
im vicious i got the wickedness whatever you wanna call it
like a raging alcoholic, i scream and i yell
act hard cause deep down i know im going to hell
it isnt fuckin hard to tell, i live life well concealed
i live a dark life in the shadows with 2 glocks on dual weild
both cocked off safety, im sayin they ready to bust
when i leave my house packin a fuckin gun is a must
cause in the steel i trust, to the bullets i pray
i worship my artillery to get me through my day
and like the souldiers who died in the war of 1959
i lay awake at night and wish that i was in a better time
but i just spit another rhyme, and push on like a fuckin slave
a fuckin slave from egypt chea thats how the pyramids were made,
and im ready to raid, on some punks if they fuckin deserve it
if you dont know my name its matt lappin youve probly heard it

if youve heard it in a bad way, then its possibly a lie
but dont start judging me you aint got an all seeing eye,
im not trying to lie, some of it could be the truth
i been doin fuckin crimes with my friends since i was a youth
but until you atleast know me, keep my name off your fuckin lips
cause if you want beef i could come with a machete take off ya hips
im sayin i could hack you up, like hannibal but no eating meat or skin
get ya crew ill call in the troops like fuckin idi amin
im fuckin going to win, im aiming straight for your head
the ambulance gon tuck you in like you was sleepin in your bed
but nah you layin on the concrete, missin your neocortex
white and grey matter splattered the blood flow like a vortex
and damn i got 4 techs, sittin in my ride
my house got a sawed off and a couple AK's sittin inside
i know you thought i lied, but damn my crib is like an armory
bullet proof suit so that your shots aint even harmin me
crate full of nades fuckin street sweepers and AA-12's
fully automatic glock 18 on every one of my shelves
i know your crew so well, i asked some homies about your name
found out everything about you and that you aint in the game
i fuckin know where you sleep, i fuckin know who you roll with
i know you fuckin sell weed i know you aint got no fo fifth
all you rep is bullshit, im waitin for some real talk
talk to me when you sellin some real rock wit a real glock
now heres a fuckin real shock, i inspire people to draw
the cops just outline ya body wit chalk, because nobody fuckin saw
oops i think i just broke the law, but they just cleaned up and left
nobody snitched and they had to respond to a vehicle theft
cause if you stay true to your hood it should stay true to you
treat your homies and others good and they will be there through and through
i spit so much that i spew, nah call it projectile vomit
but for some reason you want it, its harder and hotter then a comet
to be honest, it makes you look like marry poppins in a bonnet
ill snatch ya chain and fuckin pawn it, cause im hurtin for cash
but somehow i still keep alotta pills in the stash
i got chronic to match, i stay higher then mount everest
mothafuckas know with rap lines im the cleverest
always hustle never rest, gotta sell the rest of this
or me and my mothafuckin family aint eatin breakfast bitch
go ahead and test it bitch, ill flick my wrist youll hear a click
body parts i take my pick, oh shit i just hit a lick
put the blade into your neck, your spinal cord get snipped in half
your fuckin throat get gripped, ya get ya body ripped in half
call it a blood bath, nah call it a blood shower
i could spray you and ya moms to prove to you i got power
so just drop the yay off at the buildin, tell them i sent ya
if they try to jack the stash then beat em into dementia
and i know you cant handle me, you in a constant state of dysphoria
thought i was a bitch well guess what son im a warria
victoria, k-town, van city, t-dot
every fuckin city got a ghetto and a dope spot
canada is real, people think we just front hard
but damn come down for awhile and youll see we stunt hard
blazin in the front yard, smoke chronic where i want to
try to stop me smokin ima mothafuckin haunt you
young young thug young smoka mentally old
i grew up hella fast hella grimy like mold
damn im so cold, heart at absolute zero
to society im bad but in the hood im a hero
like Robert De Niro, you aint shit but an actor
i aint shook, i know you are and fears a factor
an like an old tractor that aint runnin im postin up
got a flame thrower and you lames is fuckin roastin up
ima put the toasta up, raise it to your dome-peice
splatter your brains onto the floor with this fuckin chrome peice,
you wont get a stone-peice, dump the body in a lake
no proper memorial, the beef is finished like a steak
i can take a break and let loose, but nah not for long
better take the time i have to take some hits out of my bong
got mad beef all over town, there aint no safe streets
but still i stomp on hoods and keep bumpin my fuckin beats
got a bag full of treats but i aint talkin bout sweets
im talkin bout thizz other pills and mad sheets
shred grass like cleats, roll blunts like mad
you know the kush is the best fuckin friend that ive ever had
and i was made to make raps, born to freestyle and write
i was fuckin born to devour every MC in sight
and im guessing my skill is an act of serendipity
whack people step on the mic and they aint shit to me
they be tryna diss to me, tryin to murder the dope carrier
they try to murda rap but son my fuckin rhymes is scarier
you like a welsh terrier, but more yappy and hairyer
my lyrics will blow through ya blood brain barrier
so when i stare at ya dont worry if theres no beef
but if theres drama be prepared to leave the scene with no teeth
got a glock beneathe, me, i try to keep it concealed
but i swear its got a mind of its own when im on the battle feild,
ill fuckin shatter your confidence and ill feed on it too
my brain gains power for lyrics when im stompin ya crew
this the fuckin debut, and with the bros i bring through
we'll spit bars so fast that none of you can fuckin construe
and while im sippin a brew, poppin a thizzle or two,
i let my mind reload and let my flow renew
like an embarassing tattoo, the way its comin at you
you keep it fuckin taboo cause you know my skill has passed you
and you know i keep it ill with the fuckin hip hop
let the clip pop quick to make ya fuckin heart stop
rollin in the drop top smokin on indo'
take another toak and blow the smoke out the window

oh shits
i have hands like dishwater
pintin loaden shkatay badoe.

one day, a young man rose up with the sun
time to grab the baggies of crack, lace up, grab ya gun
get it concealed, hit the battle feild, its on today
theres a fuckin war in the streets and it aint goin away
that shit is here to stay, so he walked out his front door
had to step over his mommy, passed out on the floor
cause she addicted to the dope, heroin is her poison
i remember when i was just a kid, she bought me toys'n
that didnt last long, i had to grow up fast
innocence in the world is just a memory of the past
bein young dont last, when your involved in the game
but the dope game aint a game, dont be fooled, you get some fame
you get some rep, people will know your name on the block
but rest assured eventually youll end up just like pac
a couple bullets through ya chest nobody sayin who sprayed
all you know is the assassin did it just to get paid
cause fuckin money runs the country, believe me its true
why you think they startin a war in the middle east and peru?

what is life? its something thats pretty tough
reality aint never take a break its always rough,
since a young age ive been dealing with things, that i really shouldnt
but if i had a chance to change it, i really wouldnt
its shaped me into who i am, made me more mature
my mind is a mess, somebody dumped it out and stirred
they fuckin mixed it up, i cant even think straight
people say im good but i dont think my lyrics that great
and fuckin mommy, i forgive you for those nights i was alone
sitting by myself in my bed, at our home
thinking about what life is about and why its just strange
feelin suicidal why cant i stand in the range?
and daddy, i dont know if i can say the same to you
atleast mom was fuckin their for me for whatever, through and through
you never even phoned me, on christmas or my birthday
i wanna say your nice, but you raised me in the worst way
mom did a good job, she raised me into a man
i try to fuckin push on but i dont know if i can

ima split you, guns fuckin peel like a banana
get the weed and fuckin fill up cubans call it havana


all my life, i had people sayin im a punk
since a young age, i been always puffin on the skunk
you'a end up in the trunk, if you aint keep my name
out ya mothafuckin mouth, i aint playin this aint a game,
its a shame, i had to smoke ya, you mighta been good
but you shoulda kept ya fuckin talkin shit out my hood
and fuckin moms is up in rehab, dont know where my dad went
moms is fuckin changin but im sure my daddys moneys spent
he an alcoholic, why you think im never really tipsy
you want a fuckin shot? im talkin guns, heres my clip see!
damn, its like im going fucking crazy in this rap game
sorta lazy im smokin hazey, bitch ya know my fuckin name
and no, i aint famous, im actually not even close
but if you lookin for someone for advice, i got the most
sometimes i feel like im a ghost, people dont pay no attention
im gonna crunch you like toast, in this rap game you got a detention
so go ahead and sit down try to catch a couple z's
but when you hear that click sound better roll me up some trees
im losin my mind, but still i aint jump people for no reason
talk shit you my animal, and son its fucking hunting season
and your about to commit treason, if you about to diss me
im the mothafuckin king, try to shoot you gonna miss me
i fuckin flow like i was some piss see, i leave you leakin bodily fluids
i fuckin go and its nifty, spittin spells like some druids
homie ya fuckin knew it, you shouldnt have even started
cause now ya fuckin soul and ya body gon get departed
are you retarted? YOU KNOW IM THE TRUTH
SPIT HOT TRACKS BUT NEVER CATCH ME UP IN THE BOOTH
HAVE YOU LEFT WITH ONE TOOTH, HAVE YOU LEAKIN WITH 5 HOLES
WHERE YA MOTHAFUCKIN EYES SHOULD BE, RUN YA POCKETS CALL IT TOLLS
CAUSE WHEN IT COMES TO THE CHEDDA, I DONT FUCKIN PLAY NO GAMES
WHEN IT COME TO RAP, IM BETTA, I LEAVE THE HOUSE UP IN FLAMES

im a young god i should walk around with nuns,
heard you got a small rod and shit i walk around with guns,
5000 1's, tossem in the club
glocks aint set to stun, fuckin burnin up a dub
you aint shit but a scrub, i stay shinin im hella clean
but still kick it fuckin grimy when i step on the scene
gettin green, fuckin countin it and smokein it likewise
3 shots into ya head leave ya leakin wit 5 eyes


dylan, just keep goin and ill be landin a knife,
if ya shut ya mouth then maybe i can grant you ya life, (HA)
take ya wife, kill ya moms, leave ya daddy in the ground
you aint seein one more sight, aint hearin no more sound
got the tre pound, fuckin sittin in my waistband
suckin up the flow, i leave you dryer then a wasteland
better move with haste man, 12 seconds to go
i could slaughter you with 3 bars, with 10 seconds to flow
you already know, im superb to your "beats"
run up on ya in the streets and stomp ya face wit my cleats
chewin meats, but not cocks, nigga im talkin beef
have peices of your body stuck inside of my teef
comin from beneathe, a sneaky ass gangsta
play so many tricks, they be callin me a pranksta
chea i aint a wanksta, but whiter then a cloud
semi quiet but give me some liquor i get real loud


IM STEALIN YA LAND, IM STEALIN A GRAND, MY FANS LOVE ME
ROLL THROUGH THEY ALL SLAP MY HAND BUT AINT GLOVE ME
CAUSE PUNKS WHO WANT A DUEL, SHIT THEY ALREADY KNOW
IM THE QUICKEST TO LET MY LYRICAL FUCKIN GUNPLAY BLOW
go get ya hoe, get her to stop fuckin struttin
she be sittin on my dick, cruisin round the party sluttin,
ima get to guttin, cuttin open ya fuckin stomach like c sections
have ya standin on ya feet like e-rections
goin all di-rections, my flow spreads quick,
one minute im fuckin thinkin then im rappin like "click"
snap my fingers and my brain kicks into gear
you a fuckin junkie buyin my caine and yous a queer
dont even try to steer, ill leave ya wrecked on the side of the road
you got warts on ya face like a toad
harder then a geode, but softer then the powder,
YOU THINK THIS IS LOUD, I CAN FUCKIN KICK IT LOUDER
PASS ME A MIC, WATCH ME DO MY THING INCREDIBLY
YOU WANTED TO BATTLE AFTERWARDS THOUGHT OF IT REGRETTABLY
SEE IM GETTIN CHEDDA G, NAH IM ACTUALLY BROKE
IM LIKE A VIRGIN DICK, I FUCKIN BUST OFF FROM A SINGLE STROKE