Prey

[Chorus]
Who's in the shadows?
Who's ready to play?
Are we the hunters?
Or are we the prey?
There's no surrender
And there's no escape
Are we the hunters?
Or are we the prey?

[Verse 1]
Come ‘n’ rumble in the jungle, with a gun
You overmumble, shocks me if you ever stumble - then you’re done
It’s a slum, we don’t fumble, we go bundle after bundle
I’m from Harlem son, you ain’t gotta wonder where I’m from
Big ‘ol drums by the bed, he gon’ run, not a chance
Big ‘ol trunk not a branch, hit him once, body cramps
[?] fuck just tonight, she gon’ jump, I’m the man
As bad as a Justine Right, tell them chumps, I’ve been stamped
Dumb as dance, I’ve done did more IV then a nurse, understand
My wrist blowin’ white as Papa Smurf, I’m advanced
I don’t need your record label deal, pop a xan
‘Cause if I hit a set, too late to peel, yes you chill
I’m orangutan, not your claim to fame, call the Tech
They suspendin’ me, ‘cause I don’t play those games
Yes I’m [?], stay away, I’m allergic, ya’ll get murdered
Ya deserve it, it’s a wrap like a turban, I convert it
Time to rock, fire shots, ain’t no point tryin’ to block
Find a box, on hydraulics, we gon’ watch the body drop
I’ve been hustlin’ since Writers Blocks, niggas playin’ - I’ma pop
I was [?], but what’s shakin’ - Michael Fox

[Chorus]
Who's in the shadows?
Who's ready to play?
Are we the hunters?
Or are we the prey?
There's no surrender
And there's no escape
Are we the hunters?
Or are we the prey?
[Verse 2]
Come ‘n’ rumble in the jungle, with a gun
You overmumble, shocks me if you ever stumble - then you’re done
It’s a slum, we don’t fumble, we go bundle after bundle
I’m from Harlem son, you ain’t gotta wonder where I’m from
Big ‘ol drums - MPC, he got punked, let him be
They get runned, then we flee, ‘till they come, yellin’ freeze
You’ll see blood, if he play, my day ones, MBB
What up Moo, with them treys, I was once MCG, 100C
I had a long day, poured me a drink, MVP
I came up to get ballin’ again, envy me
I’m the reason Harlem on the rise, get his keys
‘Cause he do too much buzz to let him drive
Tell them guys, I don’t play, baddest mami, on her way
That’s a fact, Charlamagne gave her donkey of the day
I’m okay, ya’ll can keep all the hate that I don’t need
I’m a boss, [?] niggas soft, cottage cheese, save your props
Are ya’ll [?] takin’ shots, [?] ‘fore I make a hottest tater tot
Zip your mouth, when I’m finna pipe too late to stop
I’ll whip you out, ‘till I turn the stop to vacant lots

[Chorus]
Who's in the shadows?
Who's ready to play?
Are we the hunters?
Or are we the prey?
There's no surrender
And there's no escape
Are we the hunters?
Or are we the prey?