B 4 U Die

[Verse 1: Klashnekoff]
Overdose comatosed, armageddon coming close
I can feel it in my bones, wigs blown like cyclones
Talking to my coldies on cold on the Terra phone
About bre shottin' bone, Bob's made of stone
Sticks made of chrome, tears holes through your ribs
Tears holes so big you can't repair it with a stitch
It's sick; pain stains my brain like shit
Carve scripts with a Bic; spit architect dialect
Dissect your whole set, random select
Lace lyrics in your head like Beck's with deck EFX
So tread careful steps, my whole flex is vex
Deeply depressed; leave you deprived of breath
Survive life on one slice of bread
So bredrin think twice, my rhymes will take your life
With samurai knives, man attackin' from all sides
Sittin' silently watchin' science from the sideline
Take a slice of my rhyme, use it as a guideline, got bombs in the pipeline
Plottin' in the background, waiting for the right time
'Til I sight the target, black bandana, black crips, black garments
Rippin' a black gat in back of your apartment
You can barely see the bucky and the bwoy start barnin'
What's gwarnin'? The word on road is that you're ming
Start sing like Sting when the fire peel your skin
It's simple tings, either you sink or swim
Street vets go to war and return with missin' limbs
Turn born again Christian and start singin' hymns like

[Hook: Klashnekoff]
B4 U Die my friend (B4 U Die)
Go seek the Lord (Go seek the Lord)
Reach out and touch him (Reach out and touch him)
And believe in his words (And believe in his words)
Confess your sins to him (Confess your sins to him)
Terra Firma guy murder, you know? (Guy murder, you know?)
B4 U Die, B4 U Die, go seek the Lord

[Verse 2: Skriblah]
Mr. Midnight, I glide through the darkness
Existential-ist, my brain made like the TARDIS
My heart is, covered in bones just like a Reaper
Grim soldier, spit darts made out of ether
It's deeper, the rapper foundation is the key, blood
All of brother's keepers and as solid as a tree trunk
The Firma Fam, learnin' nine ways of burnin' man
From ancient manuscripts, spit bars and start hurtin' jams
Practice language, tribes'll light the platforms
Spit the same slang, even in Sandang, sworn
To be the soon deep or be most critically acclaimed
I spray raps like acid gas and melt through your face
The turbulence, caused by my raps are too merciless
Make man get motion sickness off of my verse and shit
The curse and cripplin' pain, is bestowed upon
Any new 'truders tryna move for Babylon

[Verse 3: Kyza]
I'm so solid, I spit knowledge, liquid and gas
Call me gravity, the way man'll be liftin' your chaps
Pure non-fiction I'm spittin'; I stick to the facts
Mans thought they had the bottle 'til I twisted their caps
Paper weight lyricist, know that I rip through they raps
They sound of the counterfeit, 'low that shit; gimmicks and crap
Feminine breddas with feathers walk switchin' and that
Must be the estrogen eckin' 'em bring out the wrong sex in 'em
Baldless and hecklin', inject the venom in, bredders will never win
I'm deeper than the words embedded in somebody's wedding ring
Terra Firma tear raps and I leash the dogs of war just to scare cats
The mass-murderer slash verbalist, street journalist
My speech purpose is hot, enough to heat furnaces
I'm the Boss, I scared Hugo with my screwbo
Lyrics get dashed about like Judo, EP'll come soon bro
But I gotta shell out some rude dough, 'cause I blew up the studio
You know who's the one who deserves props and cudos
Mr. Kyza, who owe?

[Hook - Klashnekoff]
B4 U Die my friend (B4 U Die)
Go seek the Lord (Go seek the Lord)
Reach out and touch him (Reach out and touch him)
And believe in his words (And believe in his words)
Confess your sins to him (Confess your sins to him)
Terra Firma guy murder, you know? (Guy murder, you know?)
B4 U Die, B4 U Die, go seek the Lord