The Shoot Out

{​​​​​​Movie Sample, Unknown man}​​​​​​ For some warriors, the answer is crystalised in an instant, their Instincts point them only one way. The truth becomes undeniable, and Apocylptic [Dom Pachino, P.R. Terrorist] I got a hunger for the mic my appetite strike late at night Food for thought, hold down a fort Up in the port of riches last seen giving stitches Grab the can by ? crucifix, his team actin superstitious One eyein, one fakin, reachin for his iron And one tryin to get close, I got the toast And I'm firin, blood gushin, commotion Still zonin off the war potion [Beretta 9] Yo wha, yo We be the masters of circuference My thought can't behold body, mind control substance For the key to this shit, kid Examin the imposter, group of A uh-life's My team be deep like a roster, you lobster You break the edges of all the ? Cut the tongues off all the snakes Just one hiss may cost ya, the price of ya life I should always think twice, remember always think twice Because mistake may be comin away kid So wake the fuck up, yo wake the fuck up, yo [Islord] Aiyoo, straight up and down Dont even bring that type of shit around me You live get ya whole neck slapped off ya shoulders Quick fast, faster than the eye blink, so why think You could live amongst the, livest mc's And D-O-D's that I run with And collaborate my thoughts with To elevate to higher standard as I landed But never stranded as the God P.R. Terrorist apprehended Analog suspects on the set [Dom Pachino] Dirty doctrine, killer concoction, rhyme rottin Stay plottin, yesterday wake, grenade shoppin Caught a nice one, grave the vest-a To track a ? that may get bloody, ugly Dippin in mud, my soldiers gonna love me Grab a mic, look into the sunshine way above me Hold my forehead, today had my daily bread Shared it with you, make sure my fans are always fed [Killa Sin] Yo I'm pullin wrestiln moves On competition, headlocked into submission While shots are lickin Pickin through crops of intuition Yo my brain starts to change shorts are strange (what) Names brought in vain, court physical force of unexplained For the battle of my life in the night light This nigga grab a mic tight Strike with a flash of dynamite, right So figure this, Killa get vigorous A lyricist supremicist attackin the track like native villages Run, we still pillagin dunn