Got Ya Back

{Chorus}
Doubt Sinicism Thru All The Criticism
Shit Goes Down And I Got Your Back
Doubt Sinicism Thru All The Criticism
Shit Goes Down And I Got Your Back

(Verse 1: Sparkadiss)
You Lined In A Row All For Death
Giving Frostbite Its Breathe
You Can't Sleep
It's Called Rest
When Shoots Belt Out
With Screams And Shouts
You Can Almost Touch The Doubt
Hear The Bell And Its A Bout
Feel The Breeze
When You're On Your Hands And Knees
Wallets And Cheese
Maintain Is Just A Mind frame
Hiding Behind The Tint
Shit Can Get Heavy In A Instant
We Your Friends Visit You In The Pin
At The End Of The Cable
It's A Tug Of War
Come At Me If You Dare
Don't Be The Weakest Link
We All Need The Money Brink
Playing King Of The Hill
Shit Can Get Real
And Whack
But Ask Yourself
Whos Got Your Back

{Chorus}
Doubt Sinicism Thru All The Criticism
Shit Goes Down And I Got Your Back
Doubt Sinicism Thru All The Criticism
Shit Goes Down And I Got Your Back

(Verse 2: Sparkadiss)
The Glory Of Horry Stories
Boxers Fractures, And Broken Jaws
What's Murphy's Law In A Brawl
Shadows And Vane
So You Better Make Friends
One Against Four Isn't Much Of A Fight
Me Against The World
Keeps You Up At Night
Dang Let It Bang
I Don't Like To Throw The First Punch
But If It Happens
I'll Make The Eat
A Knuckle Sandwich For Lunch
When It

{Chorus}
Doubt Sinicism Thru All The Criticism
Shit Goes Down And I Got Your Back
Doubt Sinicism Thru All The Criticism
Shit Goes Down And I Got Your Back