Wild International

One, two, three, four

They say that in war the truth be the first casualty

So I dig in selector, I the resurrector, fly my shit

Sever your neck wider than ever

With my tongue dipped in funk arsenic

Burn this illusion, this lie with straight arson shit

Your arsenal stripped, power ain't full jackets, and clips

It's my ability to define phenomenon

Raw Crenshaw '84, boogie down before

L.A., when the war break off, where you be take off

Stand in full face off with the M1 millimeter

Let the rhythm of the chamber hit 'em

Let the rich play catch with 'em

Better yet, make 'em, eat 'em, and shit 'em 'til they

So full of holes that they drown in their own

I'm like a nail stuck in the wrist of they Christmas

Don't need radio to leave they family a witness

Muhammad and Christ, word life, would lay your body down

To a tune so wild international

In the desert full of bullets, let your body rot

With my chrome, with my verse, with my body rock

Both Muhammad and Christ would lay your body down

To a tune so wild international

In the desert, full of bullets let your body rot

With my chrome, with my verse

In this era where DJs behave, be paid to be slaves

We raid airwaves to be sane, and what's rainin' from the station?

Cash fascination, like livin' dead Fed agents

Distract us fast from a disaster's wrath for sure

Air war was flooded like the ninth ward

On the AM, on the AM, turn and face them

Hatred and mayhem, slay them, dangerous, I take razor steps

It's the swing from the bling to the bang on the left

It's the murderous return, boom back full strap

Your six that got clipped, you can't clap back

With minimal lift and criminal flow

I'm killin' them soft and billin' them for everything stole

And once again I'm that nail in the wrist of they Christmas

Watch me make they family a witness

Muhammad and Christ, word life, would lay your body down

To a tune so wild international