Killa Sin - The Archer lyrics

"The Snake Charmer"… your best work yet
However, this next job will not be so easy
Zen Yi has become a thorn in the Lion's paw
This is what happens when you send
Mice to do a man's job
One-two, one-two, yes sir
Turn me all the way the fuck up
Let's go, yeah, Killa Sin just came home
Shout outs to The RZA
My physical Power Cypher, love you boy

Yo, they call me the drama
Starter, heart stopper, llama popper
I gotcha
Gangsta impostors, calling the coppers
And ducking the rockets
Optic, digging my pocket, cock it
Empty your block, bitch, you hear me?
The semi toxic, like, Remy that's rock less
Have you swiveled up and shot
Said, no screaming, I'm shot, shit
Like Pusha T and Malice, muthafucka
I got clips and shells that'll lock lips for
Kicking that Pac shit
Then slam through your body like they
Stuck in the mosh pit
A born again, rebel in the flesh
Do it to the death
Bleed heat, meaning I won't rest
Til I'm fluid less
Niggas be like 'yo, you the best', nah
I'm just one of them
These faggot ass rappers be running
Like I pulled the gun at them
Call me daddy, I'm sunning them, bad
Burnt badly
Sign suckers up for Gangsta Academy
So they mad at me
A g checker, reject quick, demand my respect
Like D-Set, made bird niggas dip
I clear your p-jects
Yeah, your boy sweet techs, not steps
Head shot see neck, knees, chest
Long as them bullets meet flesh
You subpoena to meet death
Killa did it and beat death
I dance with the devil
Right now I'm letting my feet rest
Talk a tough, go bonkers or bust in
A monstrous conquerors crush
Comp to dust, fuck a niggas sponsors up
Diamond cut rhyming in my prime
Blind a miner
Steady digging in my styles for one liners
None finer ensign a compromise
Word bond and brothers honor mine
Sorta like spans, like Father Time
Hard to find
Another artist that go hard as I
And I got a hard devine
Read niggas like march of dime rappers
Don't get shot for trying
Everybody wanna shine, my fire one of a kind
Inspire brothers to rhyme
Soon as I utter a line
Gung-ho, Mighty Joe Young blow, gorilla bars
Killa far from a corner
Dying amongst the realest stars
Known for giving niggas scars, goon work
My wombs search in twos
Inserted in your private parts
You can die tomorrow better yet today
You better pray for better ways to get away
When my Beretta spray
I'm known for giving lead away
Young fuckers the head of gray, here's man
I swear i can send you to a better place
Where nobody can set a trace
And tears for you cheers
Throw your hands til your shots fired
And rot in peace til y'all
Police lovers rocking wires