At Last Supremacy

The definition of pain, you don't feel me

Niggas want me to die, trying to kill me

Go ahead cock it and squeeze, let your nine burst

Be careful what you wish for, you could die first

Battle scars is medals, every wound fresh

Always take it in blood, 'til the last breath

Playing fair on you niggas, 'til you put me under

Or when God pull my number

Damn it all happened so subtle

Woke up in a puddle, niggas thinking Joe's in trouble

The streets debating, I gotta rise to my rebuttal

Like a Haitian's hand rising out the rubble, could it be?

Listening I heard 'em say, whispering with words of hate

That nigga Joe is history, wishing on my early grave

Critics writing, dissing me, it's only right I turn the page

The streets is missing me, they love me in my early days

Damn, has it really been this long

Since I last spit the facts with the gas mask on?

I'm a sewer with the Ruger, 'bout to get my blast on

Yeah I'm violent, but this the shit y'all want me back on

My heart's pounding, dazed trying to fathom my surroundings

My vision's blurry, my niggas worried and they wilding

My eyes open, the crowd scurries, niggas shouting

As I rise throwing bolos, they gon' know that Joe's about it

I had to represent because them jealous ones envy

Bossed up and came Don, Cartagena don't tempt me

Jose'll make you jump with the pump, they call me crazy

But where was all the loyalty at? Niggas betrayed me

It's all or nothing, just load the clips up and ride

Can't tell a nigga nothing, it's just me, myself and I

Who? Joey Crack, the elephant in the room

There's some niggas at your door, they brought Jose too

These are tales from the dark side, looking for redemption

Incinerating trash bags, throwing out your infants

My lifestyle's gangster, we run this shit

This shit is real, only a Don can make it rain like this

I lean back with the MAC on my lap, we at the crackhouse

Sipping Firewater with 'gnac, ready to black out

It's safe to say that my resume is sick

Diddy-bopping through the storm without even a drip, nigga

I'm from a rare breed of fighters

Homie I'm a mix of Jaguar, Paul Killies and Leonidas

So when sales are low, backs against the wall

I attack with a MAC and blast your billboard

This the biggest comeback in rap and that's for y'all

Haters that been saying that Crack don't spit raw

So when the rain starts to pour, and your back smacks the floor

Get the fuck up and go for yours, nigga