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It's that one who got the streets buzzing, that Killer B
I spit flames, so feel the heat and I'm too chill like Dilla Beats
Like aye Ox big bro, I'm a change no lanes, we gang, I'm still a beast
Eight swords, I'm still a G, they all know who that Killer be
Uh, that's wassup, I'm the Ninja with the cold rhymes
Stunner shades on, I'm a do this like the old times
It's A and B convo, we got close ties
Step to us and bodies hanging up from the clothesline

Keep a kitana blade up in my hand, everybody wanna get up on my bands
I'm tryna get to the top of the spot, hella monsters and demons invade my land
I got the melanin, fro is so elegant, stay on the move, I can never be hesitant
Getting revenge on the opps is the medicine, chop em to pieces when I'm in my element
You got a problem, I send you to heaven, ain't no one left when I empty the seven
Everyone else tryna settle for second, I'm eating first, then I go up for seconds
Pulling up on me, it's viewer discretion, we do em like Kuma, he's barely alive
Mess with the Loop and we run through his section, a whole lot of people we bury tonight

You step into my turf, then you just ask to be dead
I turn his top into a turban, that's a round to his head
I let it pop, but then I'm swerving and the Astin is red
It's not a Glock, reload the arm up just to blast it again
Wait, these Saiyans be getting too c*cky, how a little ape gonna stop me
I put that on my other half, I put everything on Kami
Sonning all these heroes, this generation I had to raise
That amazing, I made a fighter out of a bashful Saiyan

They call me Ogun, know the boy was named after a god
If an infernal come at me I give a smile and a nod
Cause they ain't never beating me, it's not a matter of odds
Olorun just built me different while you built like a Bob
I see the opps start attacking, my line up ready for action
I catch them lacking and slacking, this heater gon send em packing
The whole crew Motigbana, taking L's and on our list of skills
Messed with a Cubana, all she wanting now's my chocolate milk

I feel like I'm Huey, boy, I'm known for my pedigree
If you my opponent that gone cut your life expectancy
Know these haters subbing cause this Afro got a Legacy
Homie got a problem, turn him into black history
Feel like Riley with the Glock, the way I pull up and I let it speak
Kinda like my hair I know the opps and gone be dreading me
Your chick gone be C in DY, at least that's what she said to me
The way I move thugnificent, that's something you could never be

Testing me, then I'll fire on you with more rounds than a Scantron
Bah bah when I pop shots, when I throw hands that's a hot box
Oh you got opps, well I want smoke with em, so dope like I sold opium
Got em salty when I beat their ass, they be like nah nah, that's double sodium
Coming at me, you'll regret it, got a twisted head
I do magic, f**k a trick up, now magicians red
I don't need yo presence, you better fear for your life
This is your roast session, I'm bout to burn you alive

It's Goku Black with my people on a killing spree
Every other race is gonna be history!

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