War Zone

What Is This Place? The Subconscious.
Griselda. The Butcher's coming...We In here cous.
ch, Man you know what we on (you know what we on),
I ain't even gotta explain myself no more to these n*****, cH,
Big BSF, Huh, Route.
I made this shit look good, this shit really ugly though, Benny. The Butcher.
Verse:
Uh, they gon say the money changed me, But I'ma say the haters did it,
I watched them suckers bend the rules, But what I do, forgave them n*****,
Makin movies I played the villain, Shake n' move and makin millions, Money callin, my line beeping,
I had to tell em to wait a minute, Uh, Phillipe steak from table scraps,
I don't like we're making raps,
Enough dough saved up dat,
I can pay the label back,
Overseas tourin I'm staying at a Paris Hilton,
Then a few weeks later a n**** ran into Paris Hilton, I made cocaine aroma smoke,
We never got diplomas doe,
The President that making drugs legal,
That's who I'm voting foe,
You know BSF the stamp n****,
These killers uncontrollable,
The hip hop police want my mug shot for these quotables, S-class, the new one to model,
Pillows in the back and the rug so soft,
Can't wear yo shoes when we ridin',
I'm used to beef, all they do is some hollows,
Keep playin',
We got hand grenades shaped like Don Julio bottles, It's Butch n****
Suicide Squad. I'm feelin like SWcT with the body armor, full grown monster, running with Warriors like Iguodala, i'm close to shottaz, who's only love is dope & choppers, Coke & Gualla. Cups of Whiskey while I'm smokin Guava. City Streets is gettin hotta then Bonswana. Too Much Corruption, Too Much Drama. Come and Politic with Route the Don Dada. I'm not taken this one lying down, now I Hype the crowd. I used to push work out in China Town. Im on to hIgher ground, opening these minds with a brighter sound. Route and Benny, we chop it up & Street Politic. Shake some hands, then we talk a bit. but as a youngin' my only dream was to cop a brick, and then chop it quick. post Up on the strip and then I'd watch it flip. I remember they machete chopped the hands off of Droopy, I remember breaking out of Juvie, Moving loud with Hong Kong & Big Hoonie, Under the seat John John would keep a toolie. M-16 we called it the “Black Beauty” This music from the Projects, Out to the boonies. a Flaming arrow, Yelling Hail to the Pharaoh. Im getting hotter then the Habanero. I made Nightmare clley without Guillermo. Coaching Devils like I'm Mike Krzyzewski. Bandanna Fabric over the dessi, I said to Benny, I been ready. These Gambino hits is gettin messy. I'm Lucky Luciano, to all you little Debi's. My Backhand is crack crack its crackin ya, I'm servin you up kinda like a Spatula, This is just the Massacre. Steppin' over Tarantula's. I'm in the shadows in the dark like I'm Dracula. Big Dreamer bout to lose my temper, my grass greener now i see it better. I'll put you on fire like them Carolina Reaper Peppers. Make These Rats have to leave on a Stretcher. Or Else it's Mass Graves, Snakes can leave together.
The Butterfly Effect, no cshton Kutcher. Ka$h The Pusher. Out in Boogie Down I told the Butcher...”I am the voice of your Subconscious”