Check, gimme microphone to check
Secret weapon motherfucker, turn it off, fuck it
What do you earns from your shit talking
Everything we've reached, never judge the results
Look into our eyes, this is my sacrifices
I left my life behind, you've come along to ruin it down
Back on tracks, we've pay the bill
K-keep it real, with the power of will
We've try to be the best, every steps i've choose
Never deceive my eyes, still on the moves
We're not gangster and thugs, we believe karma n God
My squad always sticked up kids, paved away the same shit
Standing on the block, strikes before getting caught
Talk to talk and walk to walk
We're fight for the causes, even the reasons is wrong
Totally wrong, well, this is my song
You don't like it, bugger off, just get along
Now i'm bangin' with ma fuckin' microphone
Now, let it go
Gimme something to prove
Break, let it go
Gimme time to wasted
A spray can, for the taggin'
Just bring it down to shackin' it up
To covered it up all the badass things
Mirror looks something lying
Cork your ignition, imaging, to estabilished, the most curious things
Swimming my adrenaline, every time i write my words, and sins
Preparation and inner vision no bottom holes things
Secret weapon not a trial version, behind this limitation
Driven by rage, no special medicines
Now, let it go
Gimme something to prove
Break, let it go
Gimme time to wasted
Burns, take you down
You can't chasing me
Torch, set me free
You can't shutting me down
Well i'm Boyd, maniac, but still on tracks
The motherfuckin' concrete
Cut your craps
Secret weapon my family
Give the motherfucka
You touch my paths
And i'll screw ya ...
Let's slowing down the roads in the 3rd gears
Give me time to tell ya, microphone hustler
Clockwise, counter-clockwise
It's just method of time
Never forget our past, just pay the bills