Beware of the Stare (Brown Tape)

[Intro] The slums of a big town as packed with drama and danger as the squalling street of some native quarter. In the heart of this melting pot of crime stands an oasis, where one man struggles against the forces that turned his loved ones to lives of violence and shame [Verse 1] Beware, son, I got the stare of Medusa With the rope tied around your neck, it won't get looser I might shoot ya, make your ass an example You can't fuck with Tone Starks, and not get trampled Get hunted like a rat in a field, I hate rats Hate fake ass niggas that love to set traps Murder the don, I'm back with a bird on my arm Back to pillage, I rock a live grenade as a charm I want bodies, DeLucas, spread into the waters I want mothers and sons, I wanna murder they daughters Revenge, all I see is blood in my eyes Like the rise of your worst nightmare come alive Ghostface Killah, let's see who's gonna survive [Verse 2] Yo, look away, don't stare into the eyes of a killer Metal lungies, junkies, nigga, I pack the nine millers and thrillers Bulletproof robes and wave caps Revenge mode, nigga, you know Ghost gon' stay strapped Hunt 'em down in alphabetical order Each person that crossed me, watch the man slaughter The butcher, the baker, the torturer, the taker I'mma send you right back to your maker A few extra holes, miss your soul sold to the devil It's the rebirth of a slave brought back as a rebel I'm immortal, gonna kill generations of your fam You tried to loathe my legacy away, but I stand, stronger GFK, the pain prolonger