Below the Seven

Below the seven...
Stretch Lincolns... (x2)
Tesla's Ghost...
Ayo, so you think your shit doper than mine

[Verse 1]
Yo, so you think your shit doper than mine, oh please
Left me head scratchin' like fleas
I'll beg you don't speak my name, body slam like [???]
Mystery they want Q&A, my whole team down to spray
[???] on the hills, let me gauge
Drop a bow send it down range
[???] just got home, from a quick two
Quick for me, but not for you
'Bout to run this shit, new leader
Lead pipe crack his right femur
Break his owner with the marble sculpture
And reach for the rib holster
Shit's soft time roman leather [???], two slots hold twin Beretta's
I'm hearin' that I worship devils, alchemist ain't precious metals
Spiked bats I'm King Bowser, C96 twenty shot Mauser
I'm old school with the weapons, Beretta's over Mac-11's
Love the sound of the M-2, My number is below the seven
Below the seven...