[Intro: Locksmith]
That's right
He lives six feet down (Six feet down)
He only comes around when he wants to get down
But when he comes out of his hole, it sounds something like this (Yo)
[Verse 1: Locksmith]
Hit him in his arm, leg, leg, arm, head, blast femur
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head, blasphemer
From black Jesus to Bathsheba, you rap divas
Only seek success 'cause you suck breath and dispatch demons
I'm the lethal virus
I'm the black Persian dispersing the sermons through the desert, fuck Leonidas
I don't believe in titans or mystery Greek recitings
In need of a reassignment, you leave when I reach for my pen
The Pentecostal of pennin' gospel, the new inoculum
Adjustin' my flow, we can't speak 'cause you just a capo
It's just a thought, though
What if you bitch niggas spent just as much time on your rhymes as studying Lock fo'?
The fishbowl I was rowin' in has eroded him
So I wrote it in with a stoic grin 'cause I won't pretend
I won't amend what is meant to be broken, mentally loathin'
Low and behold, stay afloat while you sink below 'em
Bestowing these stonings and throwin' his life in these poems
And pourin' his strife in these quotes but under the knife of no one
A known threat to the threshold that your chest holds
A gesture of descent you sent this way, an obsessed soul
The sole extension of what I wrote is convictions
Of what I know is conditions that's brought forth 'cause of flesh tone
Etched in stone, each breath is a sketch, a psalm
A conversation, a lecture, a scripture when death is prone
[Chorus: Locksmith]
Hit him in his arm, leg, leg, arm, head, blast femur
I represent the West, the new black Medina
Stompin' in my brand new Chucks
Middle finger to you lawless fucks, yeah, y'all know what's up
Yeah, arm, leg, leg, arm, head, blasphemer
I represent the West Coast, black Medina
Stompin' in my brand new Chucks
Middle finger to you lawless fucks, y'all know what's up
[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
Talkin' West Coast legends, ain't no way you can leave me out
Put that on my dear mama, I was chillin' in Afeni's house
Never be another 2Pac for sure
But I'm from the city of Crips, bunch of Blupac Shakurs
Hear me out, raps attract green 'cause I pack 'em with chlorophyll
So much green I know how campers who lamp in the forest feel
You wack and ignorin' skill
Crooked be rappin' about his blackness with the passion of Lauryn Hill, but I'm strapped with my Taurus steel
Get clapped, nigga, war is real, you mad 'cause my city's on
I Kaepernick any song, make the track and the chorus kneel
Let my hammer click like a magical amulet
You vanishin' in a ambulance, I manage to stand on the corner, still
I'm the goat, blasphemer, why you hatin' the Son of God?
I'm the ancient Egyptian that designated the Sun to God
I'm antediluvian, I move with the Nubians
Black Jew in a synagogue, you pussy as menopause
My AR-15, it started talkin' to me
Shocked as fuck, grew some legs and started walkin' to me
Hopped in my lap, said "Ain't you tired of cops killin' blacks?
You should use me to go and shoot an officer off of duty", nah
I know they mad, they hate to see a thug shinin'
Death Row chain only time that I wore Blood diamonds
Contributions to the West, you wonderin' what's mine?
Too $hort brought pimpin', I brought the heavy punchlines
[Chorus: Locksmith]
Hit him in his arm, leg, leg, arm, head, blast femur
I represent the West, the new black Medina
Stompin' in my brand new Chucks
Middle finger to you lawless fucks, yeah, y'all know what's up
Yeah, arm, leg, leg, arm, head, blasphemer
I represent the West Coast, black Medina
Stompin' in my brand new Chucks
Middle finger to you lawless fucks, y'all know what's up
