Roar of the Lion (The Lion's Pit)

Fuck you talkin' 'bout?

Uh, uh-huh, Don, Mathematics

Killa Island

Yeah, fuck all my enemies

Uh-huh, I catch you comin' out the hallway again

I'ma smack rockets outta your jaw, nigga, bang, bang

You dead, nigga, word up

That's my word, yo, stupid

Some hard shit for convicts gettin' messy in the mosh pit

Groovy chick take hits on Led Zeppelin's guitar picks

Talk shit, then I speak with an iron stick

Instincts that rely on quick

Welcome to the lion's pit

Ears up in attack mode, there's strangers in these back roads

Think tank crack codes, lights out, black hole

The power of words can run up in your stronghold

Easy access, now you starin' down my gunhole

Gunhole, look at my son go, distributin' bundles

Bundles, now we livin' in the sun glow

Territory of rap beef will be our defeat

Follow critics on YouTube's, lose ability to eat

Open your eyes to a glorious view, so scenic

The chosen few, witness the slow rise of the Wu-Tang Phoenix

Jars of lemongrass, enhanced bars, you can repeat

16-bar melters, barbecue your headpiece

That's right, keep the gun concealed, I deal with the struggle real (real)

I've seen addicts pursue the hit and never touch a meal

For that bread drill, a bloodshed like a bucket spill

Seen them with bubbles on they grill, chick, I cut with steel (for real)

Funeral ballot keys, my glimpses of reality

That queen's criminal mentality, be runnin' wild on me

Juveniles in the lab like niggas doin' alchemy (alchemy)

Ain't no in-betweens, it's execution of style for greed

Real mechanic under that hood like a Valvoline (you feel me?)

Drinkin' XR, a hottie stackin' the valor's knee

Witness the violence over cheddar (cheddar)

Niggas laying weights for the system awaits

Balances and measures (yeah)

Better invest in the best for the pressure

Pictures on mirrors of niggas on whack

It's Island on the dresser, best, I'm the king here

Met up with treacherous endeavors ('deavors)

Where they got zipped up in pads and carry on the stretcher, NYC

Catfish in closed casket, decrepit building, pissy mattress

We did backhandstands, tripple backflips, slapbox, kuckle checks

Belt buckles and ass whips, we had a crush on freaky Keke

That boostin'-ass bitch

Spicy sticky rice, veggie, spot on the Rollie spot

Frieda had a fatty patty, a man had a (?)

Benz with the Beamer, me a come up with the key-a

Used to park around the corner so that nobody would see her

Red stripes and Guinness Stout, Stout, curry balls, spinach pouch

(?) on the corner, nigga, looking like it's In-N-Out

Indian, Haitian, Black, reaching for his heat to cook the beef

Fire, you up there screeching, and the sirens running down the street

Sexy signs will always have that baby mama drama

(?) without a man, I call that baby mama karma

Karma, karma chameleon, Wu-Tang is for the children

We enter the frontier of your mind and explore it like a pilgrim

Ghetto livin', burnt (?) and greasy chicken

On the back of the milk box it looks like Little TT is missing

A hard head makes a soft ass, blast, blast, you better learn

Slutty Sickly Suzy out there that's still spreading germs

Nutty Peanut will smoke dust, go out there beat his poss'

Walk the block, boxer shorts, looking crazy, thinks he's socks

High as a kite and he will fight with a loaded Glock

Sticky cottonmouth yelling, "Yo, motherfuck the cops"

God forgive me, if you think I'm weak, yeah, oh

I been through the fire, been through the wringer

My soul gets weary and my flesh gets weak

I'm too tired to turn the other cheek, oh,yeah (whoa)

God bless the soul

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