Testo di Kill The Conjecture

[Canibus] Yeah, let's go... yo Aiyyo I put it to you so raw, you probably OD on the floor That's what you get for disagreein with God The LeBron James Bond, my aim with the arm is so long that I can tag along with SOCOM I spit to the beat, flip like Swizz did to the Beat At sunrise, I spit to the East Niggaz talk shit in the streets, when they 'bout to get released They ain't got no lip for the beast Make you strip like police, I point the heat From the hip to get leverage if you more than four deep Got a pistol grip hawk with a chrome beat, shit is so deep I check to make sure it's no leaks Lookin like Jada in a black Jig-ari Half Jag, half Ferrari, the valet saw me Shorty wanna know how the flesh work, what's under my sweatshirt That's why I hit the gym 'til my chest hurt Next year or summer I'ma kill the conjecture For now I'm just a hustler tryin to give you my best work