Avalanche

[Intro: JK-47]
Yeah

[Verse 1: JK-47]
I feel like I'm different, they don't understand all the shit that I'm carryin'
Until I avalanche, and I bury them
Messing with a madman?
Chances are very slim
Fuck a critic who ain't really with it
I don't wanna hear it, success, it was evident
Said we'd never win, now look where we is
Tell them bitches we come with the evidence
'Cause we at the throne takin' measurements
No way we could fit to the mould
Ain't sеllin' our soul off a little inheritance
I hopin' my brothеrs don't fold
Gotta be a soldier before you're a veteran
So I soldier on for the ones we lost
And the place I'm from that I represent
And the pressure is somethin' that's definite
So I don't stress, I just give you every breath
Until there isn't anything left, that's when I'm dead
Till then, won't settle for less
I tell Pete to put up the percentage
Did what I said, if I said it, I meant it
I feel the presence of all my ancestors
I feel the desperation 'cross the nation raisin'
So these records are desperate measures, the efforts relentless
Shout out my fans that stay in the stands
Feel like I'm indebted, done with the extras
Recognise real from the fake
So the hatred, I don't even sweat it
Cuz, I just dead it, usin' this pen as my weapon
I aim it at them with a vengeance, I might just turn menace
Then turn to God for a penance like
"Sorry but I had to end a dog" (Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait)

[Interlude: JK-47]
Wait, nah
Wait, nah, Tas, talk to 'em, brah

[Verse 2: Tasman Keith]
Commodore, new, five seats, recline seat
My cousin want it all, what he said, five weeks later
Well you know, dodgin' police, runnin' the street
Drink and sell your soul, duckin' some geese, both in the street
Okay, new bad [?], she love a new rapstar
Rockstar, they say you isn't sure, I'm Tupac sure
Well, boy, the new addendum makin' new rap lords
Black cars, I pull up in 'em with my [?]
Yeah, gotta make it out the mission when that mission be complete
Take it back home when the shit be said and done, I took it back to B
[?] this shit be traumatic, this rap is our release
Got some cousins in the ground, could give a fuck 'bout industry, bitch
(Could give a fuck 'bout your release) Gotta make my final statement
You rappers rap, my spirit tapped this elder retaliation
This shit ain't for your nation, unless you down with greatness
I been waitin' way too long [?] to be complacent, better be
Patient, whoa, don't

[Chorus: Tasman Keith]
Don't make me have to slide on you (People, learn about peace)
On you (They tryna take a piece of my mind)
Ain't no tellin' what I might just do (Don't make me do it, [?] straight from the mission, straight from the [?])
Uh-huh (Tryna walk the fine line between [?])
Don't make me have to slide on you (Ayy)
On you (Don't make me slide)
Ain't no tellin' what I might just do (Don't make me do that)
Uh-huh (My mumma won't like it, don't make me pull up in that black Commodore)
Don't make me have to slide on you ([?] leather seats)
On you (Lookin' like motherfuckin' KFC)
Ain't no tellin' what I might just do (Heheheh)