Firing Squad

[Verse 1, Klondike Kat]
Them killers I’m send ‘em, murder coming with ‘em
Sixteen deadly venoms [?] when I hit ‘em
Twenty ni**as die when I loose-leaf and pen ‘em
Spirits die too when I Bruce Lee and end ‘em
My firing squad hard, ya ni**as we don’t [?]
Your body get burnt, charred, you’re screaming “Oh Lord”
Hit ‘em with the cannon, they existed no more
Nuclear bombs, no ceiling, no floors
Body count more when the horror [?]
More than the [?], f*ck a folklore
F*ck a front door, blood we want more
Half the world dance ’til I want a encore
You ni**as ain’t ready, my [?] heavy
Burst like confetti when I swing my machete
Then I’ma let ‘em loose, a hundred mad yetis
And level mo’ sh*t than a New Orleans levee

[Verse 2, K-Rino]
Everybody know my mind so gone
It’s known every line so strong
People wanna know why I grind so long
Dammit, I’m a shooter with a blindfold on
Tryna beef with me, these emcees ain’t even on my frequency
SPC killers are increasingly more beastly
Wannabe Gs wouldn’t last one week with me
When I turn my mic on and shocked on it
When I’m through speaking a beat, got knots on it
I’m dropping soul pain, it’s hot in your brain
I snatch your collarbone off like a gold chain
I smoke lots of fellas like mozzarella
Whether killin’ a instrumental or it’s a cappella
You're not better plus your whole block is yellow
By the way, his wife’s a widow, I forgot to tell her
The things my pen do I teach in ten schools
Harder than a drunk dude tryna do a spin move
Every month, day, hour and minute I improve
You brand new to having some hype, I been cool
I’m starving and looking at you with a Ginsu
But ten fools talking sh*t on a menu
I set bombs off to explode in a venue
And sick rhyme serial killers on kin too

[Verse 3, Rapper K]
I destroy you on that pool table, teach you not to ever step
I’m a legend in this game, only preceded by my rep
I got style, I got skills, but that don’t even tell half the story
Usually I’m not one to brag, those that know me do it for me
Like a silent assassin, I just let my game talk
Playing at a high level, way before I learned to walk
If you gotta challenge me, you might as well just sell your soul
Make that [?] do what I want, just like I had a remote control
People always asking, “How you learn to shoot that way?”
I just make it look easy, but it ain’t easy, player, like Rapper K
Really it’s just a gift from God, and if I’m gonna keep it real
I have to say I learned from the best, RIP AC Chill

[Verse 4, Chucky the Killer]
SPC mo’ still on the scene
Chucky the Killer, murder one, come like sniper
K-Rino, Ganksta N-I-P and [?] [?] their team
That’s the firing squad, we got them F16s
I f*ck with my team tough, I stay on the scene rough
Kill a motherf*cker tryna call my bluff
I’m too much to be touched, I splash his ab quick
My heart won’t tip when I walk in this b*tch
I’m not programmed for all that bullsh*t
I shotty him quick and I call it quits
With that lyrical venom, I’m about to hit ‘em and split ‘em
Kill ‘em and get ‘em every time I step up and I deliver this flow
You just don’t know, Chuck go and do that though
Pull up on the scene, I’m in SPC mode
And I rep that [?] and by the G code I fire the stilo

[Verse 5, Mr. Cap]
Line ‘em up, time to face it, firing squad - can’t escape it
My culture - can’t erase it, my blackism - I embrace it
I can’t fake it, I can’t let ‘em make it, I can’t let ‘em slide
Lynch my brothers, rape my sisters, no, I can’t let that ride
I got pride, I’m fired up, I’m wired, flames up in my eyes
They be killing us in the street, some are sixteen, genocide
Mr. Cap of the SPC squad, penalizing corruption
Seventy-five rifles trained on ‘em, waiting for instructions
Destruction in my wake, my spirit you can’t break
My third eye awake, we marching the earthquake
When the 50 KR break, every chain be loaded and cocked
I’ll be there when the smoke clear, watch them all drop, ‘igga

[Verse 6, B-1]
This gon’ be a slaughterhouse, yeah I can see it now
Your future in the palm of my hands, you ‘bout to die now
Ain’t no retracting your infraction, it’s a cold case
Put me in front of the judge, I got stone face
Shells in my shotgun too, plus they [?]
Ni**as shooting out the back of the trunk, in moving cars
You don’t want none of these problems, ni**a, I promise
You gon’ end up like the late Christopher Wallace
You can take it up with the Lord, he oughta clear it out
After I murder your flesh, I take your spirit out
K called the firing squad and I’m the serg
When B-1 get at Nard, then discharge

[Verse 7, Rhyme Felon]
Air them clowns, lay ‘em down
Pioneer blazing, flaming crown
The return of the felon, aiming rounds
Devils get to running when the God’s in town
A time to kill, graze the field
The walking dead turn to talking heads
I’m the risen son from the hidden one
The forbidden gun come to end your run (good riddance)
We are splitting like the Red Sea deadly
Steadily on the grind, ancestors on my mind
After dress ‘em one time, nothing lesser than a nine
No pressure when I’m shooting off the rib ‘cause I’m snoozing
Moving for the kill for real
It’s the thrill of the kill that’ll seal the deal
Grip the grain of the heat like a steering wheel
Got your faith through Hades or The Pearly Gates, wait
No mistake who you’re listening to
It’s too late when death get to whistling through
It’s too late when your face in that firing squad
Your time is up, best believe we firing, God
Meet the lord of the perfect [?]
Who want war with the force of that [?]
Breathe the verse and the earth will crack, I tell ya
It gets no worse than that

[Verse 8, Murder One]
Warning: [?], this how I attack this track
Murder One [?] leaving suckers on they back
When drama comes, I set it off, this Southside killer
When I bust a round, you’ll gyrate on like a Jackson video Thriller
I’m the wrong rasta man to be f*ckin’ with
I’m the wrong rasta man to be f*ckin’ with
I’m the wrong rasta man, you’ll have wife and kids
And I’m the right motherf*cker that won’t let ya live
Dangerous, notorious, loving every minute of it
Inflicting pain, loved ones crying, soon they get over it
It’s a dirty game, it’s a game that we all chose to play
And you hear my heater whistle, when I start to spray

[Verse 9, Kyu-Boi]
[?] what I really wanna be
And if I’m gonna be a G with a key, break free from the scene
Get away, got away clean
With a Robitussin with a Sprite with a codeine got a ni**a on lean
Back in the days I was rocking the braid
Now these days it be rocking the fade with a piece and chain still gripping the grain
Still [?] but a damn thing change
[?] thug thing, gotta get paid
Want twenty-twos just so I’ma sling some blades
Gotta hit the lye, gotta break the [?] off on the spot with a Cadillac Escalade
Got a [?] in the back, then [?] back
Two Tec twenty-twos in a black backpack
Wanted countless stacks, you ni**as ‘bout to jack
Y’all punk motherf*ckers ain’t f*ck with that
Hit his ass for a knot to the fade with a cocaine rock to the fiends on the block
Got 2014 like I say I win, double up again, ni**a, f*ck the cop
Mashin’ them h*es and I smash the gas
Take two or three puffs, ni**a, dump the ash
Let a ni**a know f*ck the motherf*ckin’ po-po
South Park ni**as ain’t scared to blast

[Verse 10, DBX]
I was creeping in the streets when I got the message about some drive-away K
I grabbed my forty-five, then bust a u, and texted I was on my way
Thinking about how I’ma kill these fools
And all the things that they mama would say
When I Instagrammed they photo, put it on Facebook with his head slumped kinda this way
We retaliate, my street coulda been [?]
I got beef, how you motherf*ckers’ salad taste?
Plus I’m [?], f*ck what he had to say
Don’t reply to me, you jump fly with me
Your hood status don’t apply to me
Inside of me resides a beast
Leaving a bloody trail of emcees as far as the eye can see
With binocular vision, you will put yourself in a awkward position
Them [?] DBX is a top competition
Beware the Coalition but y’all did not listen
It’s not my intention if y’all to come up missing
From your home or workplace
Shouldn’t have f*cked with K-Rino in the first place
Worse case scenario, you in a hearse face up
Them [?] DBX ready to bust

[Verse 11, Point Blank]
So what I ain’t on a invite, still crash that b*tch at midnight
What’s beef? Soon as you see his ass, it’s on site
Respect is earned, not given, don’t cost nothin’ to be a real ni**a
Money don’t make you a gangsta, no matter who you surround yourself with
When adjust your presence in the room, start gaining attention
That’s when you work that motherf*cker, sh*t get interesting
You get to see who’s who and what’s what
Then go in sweating and that p*ssy start opening up

[Verse 12, The Real J. Walker!]
Open your eyes, ni**a, I been here since the crack years
But damn it seem like ni**as done f*ck with me ‘cause I’m too real
Expecting me to fold as a whole but it’s no real
It’s only right for me to add it up and make the sh*t clear
I’m talking to you, old b*tch-ass, no-career-ass
Ni**as think they got ahead, but they still in fear-ass
How could you look me in the eyes of man
And say you love me when the knife is in my back as I stand?
But yet I’m everything you ni**as wanna be
Everything you h*es wanna see, I meant that
And everything you ni**as try to do I do it better ‘cause I kick ass
So no more Mr. Nice, minus ain’t the life
[?] get ya killed, I’m firing ‘em up like it’s a drill and Rino paid the price

[Verse 13, Prez-D]
You about to witness some rapping and dome clapping
I’m leaving these suckers gasping, yeah I’m about that action
Too trill you can’t clone, my melanin too strong
Y’all got me up in my zone by talking on two phones
Don’t let that suit and tie fool ya, yeah I did politics
Before that, I was posted up with nicks
And CDs by bloodliner’s Nubian kush
Warrior, emperor, take the mic off the hook
I got ‘em shook, or maybe it’s the way that I floss
Paid dues in this game, it don’t matter the cost
South Park Coalition, they was the first crew
Southside representing, my ni**a, that’s what it do

[Verse 14, Hoodizm]
Leaders don’t follow, they live to see tomorrow
When you beg, bum and borrow, it shows your words are hollow
Liars, snakes, snitches, users, moochers fall hard
They face the firing squad, oh my god
Don’t call ‘em now, it’s much too late
You didn’t change your ways so just accept your fate
SPC be the clique, we put heads to bed
I know you shook, the shadow of your soul is shaking scared
Perspiration, anxiety, today your ass gon’ learn
P*ssy is a doorknob so we all gon’ get a turn
Erotic, psychotic describes my mental system
South Park juggernaut, GT Hoodizm

[Verse 15, Poosty Lee]
Not tryna cap, but you ain’t been where I been, fool
I got more killers in my circle than the pen do
They say that orange the new black, I say no thank ya
I’m ‘bout my bread, keeping it business, the new gangsta
Stay on the grind, getting it the slow or the fast way
So many hefty bags, you might think it’s trash day
Stay strapped, ready to spray if yo ass play
So where your body fall, that’s where your body lay
Southside South Park is where we all from
Ain’t nobody saying sh*t when them laws come
Bust a snitch in the mouth and leave his jaws numb
And don’t start no sh*t ‘cause it’s gon’ be some

[Verse 16, Greg L the Great]
Son of [?] [?], I’m used to hearing them shots, boy
I’m used to seeing them cops on a ni**a ass, yes they hot boy
Better watch out for them scheming ni**as and them roaching h*e ‘cause they plotting, boy
I’ma treat none of these ratchet b*tches like classy chicks ‘cause they rotten, boy
The power to tour, collecting my dollars from crumbs
Inhaling my flowers in lumps, I came straight outta the slums
I want it all hundreds and ones and when I die, that’s for my son
My son, my son, say when I die, that’s for my son
Uh, young [?] raised by the streets, had to blaze flame to the beat
Dedication every time I write, I leave my blood stains on the sheets
[?] still f*cking up to eat, no hesitation, I ain’t got a thing
Mind gone, think I need a shrink
They watching me and can’t even blink

[Verse 17, Ami Miller]
Blow it inside of ‘em, kill ‘em, I body ‘em
There ain’t no finding ‘em, I’m there reminding ‘em
I get your b*tch to blow me like [?]
I got no time for your sh*t, you ain’t hot enough
Taking a break from the bake getting cake
You ain’t gotta eat red meat to know it’s a steak
I’m so cold on the flow, my shoes turn into skates
Icy the user like me, now they hate
What’s up with these ni**as? Motherf*ck they [?]
Stacking your figures and [?] these b*tches
I’m nice on religion, but I pray to God
Pray that it keep me away from the frauds
Spin around [?] that’s the squad
Had to see what they made of, they so hard
And drop the sound, they done turn it into a job
We cleaning up shop, you are now unemployed

[Verse 18, Dat Gurl Netta]
Allow me to hop on the track
Allow me to put real music on the map
Allow me to kill any beat ‘cause I won’t be defeated
I’m heated, believe it’s a fact
So now that I have your attention, I think I should mention that I am not feeling you ni**as
Instead I’ma get on a beat and continue to eat, steady proving I’m killing you ni**as
With that being said, I’m constantly getting that bread
Focused on staying ahead, no longer misled
Planning my future instead, don’t really care ‘bout the Feds
You heard what I said, I won’t be affected by negativity, instead I’ma grind
Building a empire for me and mine’s
So call it p-o-p, I hold it down

[Verse 19, Sniper]
No pain, no gain
Stimulate your mind like cocaine
Better get in line like Usain
Wanna face the squad - that’s insane
I’ma get up in they mind, they ain’t stopping me
They can have a million guns aim at ‘em at me
I’ma run on the track ’til my feet bleed
They better phone home like E.T
Out of site, out of mind, I stay in the hood, I ain’t hard to find
Trump and Hillary are out of line, they finna get hit better [?]
I ain’t playing no games, I’m just telling the truth
Snapping they seals like I’m chasing the loot
Red rum so watch out
I’m squeeze on the trigger ’til they all out
Line ‘em up, one by one, I’ma hit ‘em with a verse, I don’t need a gun
Split wigs and pierce flesh, I’m down to get dirty but I stay fresh
Unleashing all the darkness, squad nonstop and cock it
Knowledge keeps the progress, Firing Squad in process

[Verse 20, PSK-13]
Six degrees of separation, we just need a separate nation
I’ma call it revolution, you can call it revelation
Spend it how you wanna spend it, plus put something funky in it
In this thing to show my naked ass and I’m a donkey with it
Coalition soldier, bruh, we’ll destroy and fold ya, bruh
The revolution won’t be televised, that’s what they told us, huh?
A million brothers stand with me, knowledge born organically
Oh say, yeah I can see how Uncle Sam don’t f*ck with me
The devil planned it all along, they want all the races gone
Smiling with them faces on, b*tch, f*ck you and that racist song
Here your twenty-one gun salute, b*tch, them twenty-one guns for you
Twenty-one guns they stop my flow and reckless tag gon’ come for you