Like a naval ship, I’m launching torpedoes. I never cease fire when I’m ahead of these desperadoes. I got unlimited ammunition. Spitting off rounds like a lyrical assassin. Mouth, 50 calibers, sit down, and start relaxin. Hogging the mike, no, I’m not passin. Don’t carry guns, but believe I’m packin. Here the blast from my lyrical satire. Can’t destroy my ***ing empire, aint anybody been higher. Just like a bomb, I blow if you cut the wrong wire. Juicy lyrics, but no label has no room to hire. Flows hotter than any desert, my tongue on fire. Tired of you cowards saying you the bomb, when in reality I’m Osama mixed with Sadam. I’m a ***ing terror, no that’s no error. Price on my head, Obama wants me dead. I’m big, very well fed. Only seventeen and already felt the pain of the led. Love putting you in your place, hitting you in your face. Love my Kush with that LSD lace. Hate losing to fakes, but I love killing you and showing up at your wake. Got to take it easy, watch what I say. *** DOA. This is AMK, coming at you live from the assassins den. At my desk with a piece of paper and a blue pen. I’m hungrier than the Jews in the holocaust. I’ma does anything to win at any cost. Way I spit has your brain at a loss. Sell more albums than drugs sold by Freeway Ross. Like street racers, I go fast because of NOS. Fixated on being the best, yelling *** all the rest. Aint going to stop even if there’s a bullet in my chest.
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