Take-Over 1
Streets made me, that's why I bleed cement
Your hour has come, your time is spent
My strap spoils fools, expiration date
Class was in, you din't participate
Slide on you like a pair of sandals
Light you up like a set of candles
At the free-throw, shootin' like I was fouled
No puttin' on shows, I don't like a crowd
Keep it on the low, like a bottom bunk
Shut you out, slam the door, like a dunk
The game's on lock, no gettin' in, Fort-knox
Secured, with bullet-proof glass, and you're throwin' rocks?
Domination, this is a take-over
You're drunk-drivin', I'm fully-focused, sober
Call me a bench-warmer, I don't play games
Put you in a box, not talkin' picture frames
Point blank, with my glock, that's a snapshot
Kill competition, that's my infamous plot
With no one runnin', I'm winning the race
Losing's not an option, I only know first place
Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2013
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