Set It Off - Epidemic

I get it in you niggas should call me daredevil

I’m back in action the only rapper that can scare trouble

My aim is to make the snares buckle with my bare knuckles

Don’t give me stares this grizzly here is off the bear muzzle

Droppin shit came with my niggas I get it poppin with

Taking a loss is honestly what your only option is

It ain’t a problem kid, to lock the strip up on my block with it

And make this cream, my face is clean as a dermatologist

I’m out of it, space bound, Jupiter’s what I stay round

Earth is just one of my other playgrounds, I hang around

A bunch of muzzled dogs that’s on the track just like a Greyhound

And pack a style to Manny Pacquiao you by the 8th round

I jab and dodge, I feel like I’m too fly to let these maggots watch

Unless these faggots caught me on their screen up on their magnavox

I hate to brag and talk I pack an ox to crack your ragu sauce

Shells will stretch em bro I’m well protected like a magnum box (let's go)

I’m up next, I just rose from the slum

I’m a rapper from the heart, you just flows from the gut

But this gat will tear apart 'til blood flows from your guts

Got Omarion bullets that’ll leave O’s when they touch

Plus this henny and ice reminds me how I done ripped on niggas on plenty of mics

My infinite similar similes sending these niggas the chills and any insight

I hate to have to slaughter you, but it’s my pride that gives me the right

I eat you releasing a demon that strikes so retreat if Im leaving you any advice

I’m on some other shit, sudden Joe Budden shit

Scutta gang bang underground bound dungeon shit

Fucked a bitch before recording this and got another bitch

To drill her brains out after this verse just for the fuck of it

I write off competition how they rhyme with awful writtens

You niggas tender meat and I’m a lion in the trenches

In my prime in my position while you riding on the benches

Well I guess I’m on my shit like a diaper on an infant, nigga

Ayo I’m telling you now, think you sick kid I’m letting you style

But for the revenue I’m bent on taking ten of you down

Niggas is clowns, it’s known that your crew’s all soft (so Teknition)

Be the first to set it off

Ayo I’m telling you now, think you sick kid I’m letting you style

But for the revenue I’m bent on taking ten of you down

Niggas is clowns, it’s known that your crew’s all false (so Hex One)

Be the next to set it off

Use a written scripture to kill ghastly

Kicking shit to get to these mills lastly

I feel bad but you still ain’t spittin as ill as me

The skill’s crafty, hit the richter and spill vastly

I’m a piece of shit in a picture nigga, I’m still nasty

If you front, get your faculty crushed

You gon' need a crutch for when these verbal tragedies bust

Half of these fucks just mad cause they can’t handle these nuts

Spittin daggers son you need a stab to sample these cuts

You’re in the wrong piece, so know the long heats in arms reach

We farm seeds of bomb weed with chron' leaves like palm trees

We taunt peace, yo I haunt streets, and flaunt steeze

The calm beast, who harms beats, you want beef I stomp teeth

Y’all ain’t ready for the method I bring, the weapon I swing

Is strings, like a leopard I cling, to heaven I bring

Webs of deadly lead that I fling directed at kings

A quake can’t break the record I spin, niggas I’m fire

Steady bustin' triggers on liars

Buck with stingers and crush your fucking fingers on pliers

Niggas don’t buy us, only check for ringers on flyers

You fags is lucky the cats that publish singers are biased

But yo, we keep it raw, to me that shit’s essential

The instrumental, nympho, lift you with the mental

Plain and simple, I’m doing ninjitsu with a pencil

And bangin out with quinto elemento ya’ll heard of that?