Don’t Try
[Verse 1]
My precision strikes instant like military jets
Kill with scary lead leave the illest very dead
I be making them classics with my mercenary click
I be taking advantage of this murder-murder shit
That you heard of bitch, put you under the graveyard
The pain's harsh, coming at you with way bars
I stay smart, when I'm on my grave shift
A paid cause, just like ya facelift
I arrived in the city, we still keep it gritty
Ain't nobody got the balls to die right with me
I'm moving solo, smooth operator with the rhymes
Going back to the beginning and I'm still spittin' nice
Wanna try, you can die, inside the quarantine
Extort the beat, like a twisted morbid fiend
Snitches still try for recording my speech
Medievally evil as I'm torturing MC's
[Hook]
Armed and ready, I want you to know
No matter how many times that you try
You still gone get fried
Hell yeah!
Armed and ready, I want you to know
No matter how many times that you try
You still gone get fried
Rip him up!
[Verse 2]
Incoming angry ass rappers six O' clock
Claimed that El Bandito's desecrating Hip-Hop
I got that cover fire while you fixing ya Glock
These dudes like zombies, confirm the kill shot
Next tactic deployed, enemies are destroyed
They tried to overrun us, now that's a weak choice
Luckily I'm sippin' booze, Molotov cocktails
They wanted to dance, so now they rock flames
Drop in pain, scream in agony, consumed by insanity
That goes for all you muthafuckas wanna battle me
Cuz battling me will only happen over the shooting range
Shooting in rage with wide eyes like Lucifer's aim
I'm brutal with pain, I put the pressure on you lames
Wanna rap, tryna act now you think you the shit
You a bitch, leave you split by less than a clip
And all you other muthafuckas gone be dead up in a ditch
[Hook]
Armed and ready, I want you to know
No matter how many times that you try
You still gone get fried
Hell yeah!
Armed and ready, I want you to know
No matter how many times that you try
You still gone get fried
Rip him up!
[Verse 3]
It goes without a hitch when I spit, my shit
My clip, my bitch that make a sucka die quick
When I twist, the trigger's multiplicity to strike
Shit gone ride like a chopper club strapped for homicide
Suicide not an option cuz I'm rollin' to be...
The last muthafucka that gone stand concrete
I pulverize MC's lyrically and physically
Beat-wise, much bigger adaptability
Let's see who got the fastest reaction of rappin'
The massive syllable production'll have you snappin'
Like a lunatic from overloaded transmitters
I'm creating a race with highly advanced spitters
I traced the key signatures of this composition
And placed the mixing table right next to the equipment
While ripping the shit out microphones with sickness
And listed as narcotics my listeners are wickedly trippin'
[Hook]
Armed and ready, I want you to know
No matter how many times that you try
You still gone get fried
Hell yeah!
Armed and ready, I want you to know
No matter how many times that you try
You still gone get fried
Rip him up!