Ready To Attack

(albüm: Microphone - 1997)

Well, I'm on the scene with some space to fill
I'm rocking it, just like I'm crazy ill
Well, I'm cool, kicking it, but no time to talk
'Cause I never ever walk
I always run with a gun, cool, in my hand
Like a stranger running in a strange, goddamn land

If you think you can stop the flow by taking me on
Guess what, bitch? You were wrong
'Cause it's on, once again
So bad, it's a sin
Whether I'm chilling, or I'm illing
You best watch your back
'Cause I'm mad like dog
And I'm ready to attack, breaking things apart
Break it down

Your underground church won't go to heaven
It only brings on armegeddon
Laughter fills the air in my head
Better luck next time, we're all dead
Looking for a place to call my home
Carrying a shopping bag up on
Sums it up right there, in a nutshell
Maybe I'll see you burning down in hell