Cutfather, Buc Fifty, Madchild - Go For Mine lyrics

Yeah, from the topi don't think they know
But as if you didn't know by now
Ill Brothers, Swollen Members
(Buc Fifty) , T2B Fam
It never stoptoo many ducks in the game now
Its abouttime we evaporate all
You muh'fuckers for real
No doubt, We live to spit the real
(yeah) We live to spit the real (uh)

Line fanatic
Attack rhymes leave damaging foes
Who appose Cut Father
Couldn't manage to erase me out the game
Southeast 6-1-9 battle veteran
Into competition I
Victimize verb spray, ghetto wordplay
Take shit back to the days of K day
Ready rock, Babylonga chest non-stop
World domination fuck curves serve ya' block
South Pacific, Scientific cause panic
Spittin' lines to rep for the
Flaw see eyed planet
Ya homosexual rap cats can scratch that
Gun play for gays fake thugs fake ways
Thoughts are generated never scared
To start spittin'
Don't hear nothing but the music im slippin'
Ill Brothersever evolving ducks fallin'
Into rhyme relapse these rugged tracks
Mad Child (blaze) spittin real pine chalk
In memory of Rob One cuz he can't be stopped

Swingin' the axe
Bringin the pain while I'm bringing the facts
Keep climbing cuz I'm working
While these others relax
Rippin' tracks with Cut Father
No bother half steppin'
Mad Child and Buc Fifty
Thats 3 deadly weapons reppin' the West
Staple a Maple Leaf to my chest
Thats 16 bars between stars and stripes
Used to go to malls and fight
Now I stay up all night
Thinkingmapping out my future cuz
My families tight we keep it thorough
I get inside ya head
Just like a neuro-surgeon
There's some my origin it's discouragin
No fadin' this Canadian Hurricane
Keep flourishin' doubt this how's this?
I put my money where my mouth is
Jobs for North and South
You don't know nothing about this
Partners starting to label
Label the rock for the unstable
Terrifying talents
Of the mentally unbalanced
King of skull-crushing confusion
That welcomes any challenge

I can handcuff lightning throw
Thunder in jail
Hold tornadoes in the palm of
Both hands without bail
For fade-away diggin bombi am phenomo nail
If I layed on train tracks I'd
Make that shit da rail
Hold still I'm so ill I make medicine sick
Killa bricks so my head split
While I'm playing with this
Stylin' till I'm ill I'm good
And well done with it
You a broke wrist rapper with
A full flavor pack of
Jimmy on the breath sugar footed
Crew dat back ya' gimme a reason to step up
To ya fools and jack-jackas
Backpackas out-ac-actors that can
Stacksa casual factors
While I keep ya whack whackers