Watch Out - King Magnetic, Ali Armz, Esoteric

I pump death to the death, let the blind lead the dumb

I’m a mess when I’m stressed, use a mic like a gun

Shoot a verse through your vest verb shatter your chest

Every word I project manifests in the flesh

I’m destined to rep on deck where the weapon is kept

Fully loaded Smith and Wesson how I earned my respect

Steele the vet, I’m still I’ll, still with TEC

Still will kill that real with the King Magnetic

Check it, it’s highly unlikely you cannot out-write me

You might need a bodyguard like Letterman I injure men

I’m vintage when I blast bayonets, jacket made of ninja skin

So interesting I reenact the son of Sam murders

Don’t kid a Kinison no sin is innocent

I dress British, think Yiddish, my verse makes you all skiddish

Like De La’s first iddish

It’s Esoteric, fuck you cop outs, we knock cops out

You should watch out

Cause we watch and ain’t scared of the cops

And when I die my lawyer in Heaven is Johnny Cochran

So I spread my wings let freedom ring

Instead of shine I used to stay on the stoop and move this loot with my Jedi

mind

Dred will find his essence, along with a weapon

Organize, rhyme my lines, or I deal with my

no second guessing, triple my stakes

Violate, fist to the face, inspire my apes

I recite grace, flashlight under my face

To some it’s the past life come jumped in my place

Asunder my taste punish the mistakes come from my hate

Erase the look of wonder from her face, hunger awaits

Wear gloves, there will be blood

Not to get warmer hence two strips of crud for my lip corners

Supreme killing machine, I’m a busybody

A little hard work never killed anybody

My mind a hologram cousin I’ve been nice since '86

Right around the time they started moving that grey shit

I ain’t overcomplicated, give me the basics

Glock 45 Lord give you a facelift

I’m drunk all the time, every day May 5

Rhyming ain’t for you God, stay on your dayshift

Negative motherfucker, I hate shit

Y’all are on that gay shit so you could make hits

Yo Mag, what up cousin?

What up baby

Yeah.

Let’s go

Fuck if you did and he suffered his tyranny

Harder than finding MCs that fuck with me lyrically

Every big touching me spiritually, knuckle invariably

Punk your security, sand dunes, nothing is near to me

and a mask like door math teacher

Not a killer but King Mag chalk out features

Have the coroner exploring you like Dora does?

caught a buzz

War with us you can’t afford, get courted by more of us