Killer Tactics (feat. Mazo)

Uhh... Vinci!! Let's get it I sleep with one closed and the other one open Always gotta stay focused cause I know that I'm chosen To bring rap back to the roots The beat collides words...yo The type of shit to shake you out yo boots I'm shootin' macs from roofs, riding in coupes Ice matching my shoes, living the life of diamonds jewels man Atleast that's what dreamin' of, to see the world from above Sittin' and listenin' to the pastor preach the poor will be rich Gets sickening, stuck in this state tryna clutch what I can't reach I think I'm beginning to lose faith but I never flinch in a minute... I just feel it my brain then start to formulate plan To get me closer to those rags to riches That's that text-books to bitches, over throwing rap snitches But on the real I done took a loss Cost me my respect but fuck it no love lost Cause niggas try to incite shit, ignite shit Make me wanna light em' up like matchsticks with the burner clip Incendiary tactics, fake rappers get wrapped in plastic Man I mastered this rap shit Half dragon, half drastic Mcs get dragged in shit when I spit You want it son then you can have, it I wreak havoc... Word to Mobb Deep, some nights I don't sleep I hear devils creepin' tryna start fights under my sheets So I resort to countin' sheep, as I picture em' leap I feel something weighing heavy on my chest Like the stun from a shotgun blast when you're wearing a bullet proof vest I awake from the rest Feeling aggravated, in a state of deep concentration I got some unfinished business so I start the preparation Like I black slave who kept a black musket in a woven basket Bout' to go and kill his master, in a bid to stop oppression Left eleven shots for the bastard The birds scurried from the trees when he blasted It's a fatal compensation, leave you dead in the dirt And take your shit as reparation