The Repercussions

[Verse 1: K.A. the Verbal Shogun]
I’m straight from
The jaws of death where niggas ran the streets ‘til they
Lost they breath, none box, slum cops
Gunshots go together like wars and death
I made it through ‘cause, since ‘82, hate the color
Navy-blue trying to grab me ‘cause I don’t obey they rule
Play it cool, running is a fatal move
Heart got cold as body parts got older, now I
Come through, spark, leave dark holes that smolder
No longer nice, little kids, our game just money
We roll dice, might do bids. If you tell
C-Ciph my biz, I’ma snipe your wiz
No matter how right she is. That’s all the rules
It gets worse if you draw your tools, so to the shorties, here’s
The news: don’t play the game of pain if you can’t afford
To lose. The street’s a mystery. If you ignore
The clues, you’ll get more than bruised. Life in limbo
Niggas get sent to Christ or limbo
Those who can’t be around crying, singing hymns slow
“Swing Low, Sweet Chariot” song
Grown, come forth and carry on

[Verse 2: Oddbrawl the Lyrical Juggernaut (AKA Kev)]
I’m from the Land of the Lost
We don’t pray to the man on the cross
Got plan not to be the man but the boss, me and
My fam put foes under land on our cross, heat in
My hand so you understand it’s a loss
Steer clear, yo. Keep something to pop you heroes
Stainless leave you brainless like The Scarecrow
In The Wizard of Oz. Due to force, slip
Hit the floor, pick it up, kisses to God, start spitting
Shells, hitting them hard. Warned I would get you
Hit you, leave so much lead in your tissue
Probably could pick your ass up and write with you, told
You and your crew y’all ain’t wanna pursue
See the line down your back, y’all cats overdue
Hope the Lord’s guarding you grip, whole squad I’ma flip
Heads wet like they pulled it out of barbecue dip. You wanna
Merk NB? It’s murder in the first degree