The Deadzone

(专辑： The Devil Never Dies - 2010)

Shout out to Stoupe from Philly, man
Let's get a level on me, come on, Silver
They said make that Boston anthem
I ain't gotta call it a Boston anthem if it's already a Boston anthem
I ain't gotta try to make that shit

The return of the Boom Bap sound, so watch the beast rise
They're watching me now, I got the street's eyes
American rebel, I'm throwing B signs
Pilling in the tinted-out truck, the seats reclined
Bitches with D-size titties hollering "He's fine"
Ever since my bank account following G signs
In this foul country I love, I live on the East side
The East Coast, specifically reside
In the home of three stripes, land of the Celtic green
You wanna step to get at me, I ain't seldom seen
I'm in the beam daily, 'less I'm on tour
'Less I'm posted up in Cali, banging a blonde whore
I'm banging all .44s if I gotta shoot 'em
I'll put a bullet in you, let's see if you're not a human

Here I come so make way
I drop bombs, kill your squad
I flip lines and rhymes that never sound like yours
You might try but you can't get close to
Here I come so make way
Stepping to me, you'll wind up in the Dead Zone
I flip lines and rhymes that never sound like yours
The strong will survive, the weak will perish

I'm the freedom fighter, ghost writer, Slaine's a religion
Violent criminal with no priors who ain't in a prison
Got my eyes on the prize, it stays in the vision
They switch blue green to haze or what's in 'em?
Basil and cinnamon, pizza slices for days in my denim
My hoodie tied tight, rocking Jay-Z in the winter
Steady planning my invasion to enter
The Rap game's like a pussy, spray my eggs in the center
And I ain't afraid of doing federal sentences
I'd rather spit paragraphs of venom, kid, the most venomous
Fuck the Devil, if Gods win then send him in
Tell him if Hip-Hop is dead: I'm the medicine
Look at the state that my goddamn head is in
It's only a matter of time before they let us in

Here I come so make way
I drop bombs, kill your squad
I flip lines and rhymes that never sound like yours
You might try but you can't get close to
Here I come so make way
Stepping to me, you'll wind up in the Dead Zone
I flip lines and rhymes that never sound like yours
The strong will survive, the weak will perish

So the question's: do I fall off and throw it away?
Do I go back to having nothing left with nowhere to stay?
Do I continue to fuck with death and go to the bay?
Or do I make this music until you know what I say?
I'm the voice of the living sick, deadly depraved
Hopeless and lost, the temptations have led me astray
Well, this game I hate so much had let me to stay
I guess I ain't the same motherfucker you said I was, hey?
On the corner, I was known as a loner
In the industry, I'm a broken microphone or goner
I'm the lost soul at the crossroads
Of my harsh reality to believe in, you pray I'm not so
Jesus Christ, I'm precise repping these three stripes
Even when I'm overseas, stepping with these Nikes

Here I come so make way
I drop bombs, kill your squad
I flip lines and rhymes that never sound like yours
You might try but you can't get close to
Here I come so make way
Stepping to me, you'll wind up in the Dead Zone
I flip lines and rhymes that never sound like yours
The strong will survive, the weak will perish

Stepping to me, you'll wind up in the Dead Zone
Stepping to me, you'll wind up in the Dead Zone
You'll wind up in the Dead Zone