Holy Christ, I leave rappers´ souls as cold as ice
I´m like a poltergeist when I strike, turnin men to mice
Breakin the law, city urban tower without a four
Bringin the raw homicidal lyrics that clear the floor
Niggas thought they seen the last of this
Project poet assassinist
Whose status is never havin to clappin clips
Have to black-on-black some shit, attractive accentes
Life luxury??? crackin it
Runnin with drugs and dealers
Thugs and killers, slugs in villas
Black gorillas and million dollar billers
Microphone nemesis, murder affiliate
Lyricists get dissed, dismissed, thrown off the premises
Poetically mugged, pedigree´s incredibly
Movin steadily, thoroughly
Clippin you somethin terribly
Keith Nut, one of the last to go
One of the last to flow
One of the last niggas to blow


[Refrain]:
Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (T Squad)
Now who them niggas that be payin dues? (Keith Nut)
Now who them niggas that be roamin the town
Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down
Now who them niggas that be breakin rules? (T Squad)
Now who them niggas that be payin dues? (´Geaddon)
Now who them niggas that be roamin the town
Blowin a pound, since day one holdin it down



I´m here to reclaim my respect
Reppin the set that be bangin my chest
T.S., the God´s medaillon, tombstone and begets
Alone and wet I blow my own Tec
Ever had beef with ´Geadd and hold no regrets
Then you was no threath
I go to Death blessed with God´s heed
And drop a gem on your melon so hard it make you knock-knee
And my plot´s greed, my theme´s murder
My climax is when the heat from the burner
Blast