ฟังเพลงCatch A Blast (Explicit)

Step into this mass

And you gon' catch a blast

We keep contact with coffin concealers

Heavy narcotic dealers

Who confescated spirits

Leaving carcases as memorabilia

That's when I clutch your remainders of cash

After receiving the papers of passion

Insanity

Guess that's my simple out thinking it

Caught no remorse that I felt in the past

Leaving conceated n***as

Face Guard

Entrapped a man and the case was

Delivering eternal residences

In lyrical graveyards

N***as playhard

I'm equipped with a safe guard

And admit that the danger

Not a regret

A resistant in domining legion

That's thought to deliver those souls

Which tried to presented you

Triple pain

For your resistful blaims

Now you a shrivled blade

Stuck in the dungeons of the abysal plains

Lyrical clips so aim

Producing blood red tonics

Exorcising demonik

My click is siccer than Islamics

With poetry

Possess game

I educate sicness

I meditate victory

And how my fame will escalate swiftly

If correct moves

Were made with valid timing

Every individual with traits of poverty

Would believe that's my dollars climbing

Mackin' Child is who I be

Never be facing this rector

Controlling the inside our minds

Reaching my point in my destiny

Where it is said

If I went through my bloodlines

So come with me I come with you

Are you coming into my place

Ain't no time for f**king around

I'm bound to stomp a hole in your face

Playa hater

Some dummies went into my kitchen

And rolled up a blunt

I catch him

Now come take a puff of this s**t

You could really blaze it like the sun

My n***a pizz off

He did not believe I could be part of the

Six's

When I caught the green leprehcan

You better believe that was 1 of my wishes

If you n***as don't know you ain't heard

I'm more than that n***a that is ready for

Combat

I'd watch my step if I were you

When I'm coming there's no time to react

Better have your whole masterplan set

And I bet it won't work

Cause I already figured you

Loading up the s**t

Slip a mask on my face

Nine in my pocket to do what I came to do

We ridin' the streets

With your punk a*s in the backseat

The system is booming so n***as

Cannot hear your a*s get put to sleep

When you n***as be thinking

That I am your friend

And you think you can bite our style

Chop goes your body half into the myst

When you f**kin' with Murderer Child