Diabolic, U.G.P - Game for yearz lyrics

I may be an animal, It's rules to this shit
I wrote me a manual
It's rules to this shit i wrote me a manual
Read the prophecy
I believe the streets are watchin' me
Like police with a warrant to
Search and seize my property
The demon side of me exhales
A breath of smoke when I feel the beat in
My chest like a stethoscope, check my pulse
My neck is broke from the weight
That's on my shoulder blades
And I'll hold the rage close
'till I go from broke to paid
Seen the coldest days
How life came and life changed
Broke the mold
Told Satan my soul's out his price range
I'm prone to violence if a soldier
Broke the code of silence
Shed an ultraviolet
'till you open both your eyelids
I've been nice since your mama
Made you rock pajamas
You's was playin' cops and robbers
Tell your team not to bother
I'll chop ya roster of imposters
Pass the actors that I smash and fracture up
Inside a trash compactor
Ain't no manufactured rapper for the industry
The simple shit I spit for free
Will let me live in infamy

Nowadays the games kind of fucked
Up in the rap gallery
Head honchos are calling the
Game of casualties so I load up the pump
Pop and clickin' mallory
Natural born killer
Coming thru with my armory
Wat up, yo it's Nicks
Walk ya pop like a tray 8 <-
Rock the spot doc
Make it hotter than hell's gates
Po-Po on the seen
I'll be alley like eight eights <-
Fuck the case, fuck the jake
I'll bluff with a straight face
No time to get locked up
It's time to replaced, so
Tighten your lace, prepare for the worst
To all you weak MC's
I'mma take you to church rap is my weapon
Leave you in the back of a hearse
Rap's been in my veins
Since the day of my birth
Took it in with the first
Deep breath on the earth
Been in the game, so fall back
You're gonna get hurt
Sign, Nicks mothafuckas, yo I put in my work

I've been in this game for years
I think I'm losing my mind
I tried too many times
But they just too blind to see me
Believe me
It's the skills that you're lackin'
Your bones crackin'
And you ain't packin' no pistols
I'll whip you, slick your girl up like Crisco
And switch flows
You don't want to dance at this disco
Bitch ho, that's what you are to me
Pardon me
But, your rhymes styles is garbage B
I'm retarded
I'm startin' the fuckin' revolution
I'm pollutin'
Start movin' your neck to the sound
That be oozin' out the speakers
Leaders of blood get spilled out the tweet
As my sneakers placed on your grill
Everytime I'll rip the mic line, I'm devine
Light shine, in hindsight
Vision don't pay it no mind
I told y'all, I run with a sick team
And this beat chopped up like
Lettuce and swiss cheese