Through bein humbles

Tru Mast' on da track.. LIKE THAT why'know?

Been in this rap game for like the past

Four bullets now why'know?

Doin bids yea yea

I done peeped a lotta cats come through

Courageous cats stray cats haha

Top cats with top hats yaknowhatI'msayin?

But it all boils down to this: we talkin lyrics

Rhymes line for line numero uno

Who the best? I don't know

Check it

Flame on I rain fire, when Johnny Storm

I'm shocking like live wire - you have been warned

I prolong this next chamber, to make it strong

And prove all them doubters wrong

Killin Em Softly with this song, addin on

Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons

On my shift, shootin that gift, knowin he snitched

On the telethon, runnin his lips, sinkin the ship

Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him

And now she can't even save him, Johnny Blaze 'em

Send him to his final restin

Back to the essence, Faces of Death - The Final Lesson

Torture (3X)

Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know

Who got John Blaze shit? Suckin my dick to get famous

So I switch blades to Dangerous

Welcome to my torture chambers

Torture chambers where John Doe's remain nameless, hear me?

I know it's Def Jam, but think clearly

I made it possible for y'all cats to come near me

Keep your enemies, close and your heat closer

I slam just like my culture on all theories

Dead that - straight off the meat rack with this one

You get burned playin Nix-on, Hot Biscuit

Stand back - don't make me spit one, and paint pictures

On the walls of your mental, with hot lead from out these pencils

Iron Lung since I was young and not knowin

Where the next meal was comin from, been troublesome

To all those posin a threat

If I go, everybody gotta go next, y'all niggaz know

The code of the street soldier, I'm watchin time

And time watchin me colder, Grim Reaper

Breathin death on my shoulder

Waitin for the day to take me over (take me over)

Torture (3X)

Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know

That you can never touch my flow, go ahead and hate me

Still tryin to fuck my hoe, Johnny-come-latelys?

Got me in a world of shit, and now I'm pissed

Mama said there'd be days like this, tis the SeaZon

For Ducks and my pen's bleedin

Leavin' kids barely breathin for sneak-thievin

Famished from lack of eatin and lack of teachin

Banished from Rhyme & Reason for high treason, can it be

That the kid with the knot knees

Got G to make a grown man cop pleas, for this track

I got a Lovebug like Starsky, blow back

Until I drop Tical Part 3, ain't no stoppin

When you start me, John Jay

Pullin your card, mayday mayday

Niggaz owe they life to God, and now it's payday

Take it how ya want to take it, fully clothed or butt-naked

I learned the hard way - ain't nuttin sacred

In this world - time to face it, Johnny Basic

Instinct, I'm sure to make it

While others fake it, fuck the spotlight, G-O-D already got light

Say what you like, just spell my name right

No doubt, this one goes out, to all you trout-fish

Cake niggaz, keep my dick up out your mouth

Torture (3X)

Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know

Writer : D. HARRIS, C. SMITH
Copyright : Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS