The Death Penalty- Lyrics Infamous character assassinate me, never bruh I’ve been posted since the day before forever bruh I’m a menace with the sentence, a master to apprentice Watch and observe I’ll push the game to the limits Save your raving rants and controversial stance It’s hard for giants not to kill a few ants It’s hard for hash not to show you his wrath When he’s on the war path I only clash w/ titans Y’all not a match/ fuck it strike a match to my fire Gasoline, Kerosene, and Ether when you hear me In your speaker/ I make gun show music All I got is new heaters, unregistered divas I don’t cuff ‘em neither/ plottin’ a ‘takeover’ As I ‘hit ‘em up’ the ‘bitch in you’ is so thirsty That we had to fill ‘em up you must be Snortin’ lines, poppin pills or smoking dust For you to think that you could ever really Fuck with us! Hook I guess it’s just a penalty of leadership I guess I’m what niggas wanna be a shit You’re a scab of the past, a waste of space When you record you make trash, yeah such a disgrace Poor excuse for ‘MC’s’, hipsters dressed in drag Dipped in swag, talkin’ ‘bout ‘where the cypher at?’ Don’t make me laugh out loud, you’re wack and you’re proud And all that talkin’ down dog won’t ever be allowed Respect is earned, not given, history is made first then rewritten I personify real spittin’, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD And most of y’all didn’t know I go so hard Rap Van Winkle, y’all slept too long Let’s take it to the stage where we drop bombs This the calm before storm, above average to the norm I’m a savage ‘Jason Bourne’, contract killer but I’m calm Watch your words like teleprompters, nightmares and real monsters Hash’ll break you off something proper HOOK Don’t throw stones in your glass house, my rap style is smash mouth Thor’s hammer to your dome until your punk ass black out Let’s compare stats, y’all took our format And copied it to a floppy disk, I’m ok take it as a diss My baritone conceals the fact I’m really pissed Your catalog, unmixed bullshit w/ no hits Talk crazy if you want dog I’m not a bitch Married to the game, yeah we got hitched This is feces rap I spit some real shit Ill with the pen, chicken shit rappers turned cornish hens Welcome to the lion’s den, mufasa in the bitch Ain’t no way I’m not the best, city wide nationwide full of pride And there’s a reason why you’re scared to coincide on a feature Afraid if we get together I might beat ya I’m down the middle, over the place like Tom Seaver Fuck you non-believers HOOK