You can catch me up north, matter of fact im on the border
If you wonder where I get my swag from, its Minneapolis, Minnesota
Thug city…..you can see that on my brim
If you ever mention “King Sandman” they know, cant nobody fuck wit him
I became a light a long time ago, now im in the field setting niggaz on fire every chance I get
Taking you to another dimension when I write like a prophet, leaving you in a trance when I spit,
Like a 30 round clip, ima hit’em in the head and the heart and the nutsack
You in the hood claiming you a real nigga, but you steady killing niggaz in the hood, man fuck that
Now when the po-po kill one of yours, I can bet my soul you niggaz wont bust back,
That’s the definition of a “real nigga” according to the pigs, nigga trust that shit
Im in the hood everyday trying to teach a little brother how to be respected,
Suicide/genocide been injected like a disease, and we’re all infected
But I never expected for it to be this hard to get love from my own kind,
Living in a fantasy of my own mind, but reality stopped me like a clothes line
My notebook is a gold mine, so let me dig til I hit my destiny
Or til the feds come arresting me for terroristic threats on the devil I see ahead of me


They don’t want no drama, fuck naw they don’t want no drama
Heat’em up slow like a sauna, kill’em all period, no comma
Eat’em up quick like parana, then go back for seconds
Little niggaz in the hood talking wreckless, hang em up high by the necklace (why?)
Cause we came hear on the same boat, and was hung up by the same throat,
Now these bitch-niggaz wanna bang, folks? Man they gotta be off that caine smoke
Kill’em all, send em all to the flames, joe, no remorse cause they never woulda came close to understanding the mission of each and every one of the blood cells running through my vains bro
I got kids in the hood looking up to me, waiting to do whatever that I do,
So if I kill a nigga, they gonna ride too, and if a cop kill me, they gonna die too,
Everythings on deck prepared for war, whenever they ready to crack it off,
Put the pressure on the frontline, no surrender, no retreat, and never no backing off,
Cut em off at the base, leave them up-rooted, make sure that they don’t grow,
Then bury them under the concrete and send them to Hades where all of the souls go
Revolutionary gangster, the star of America’s nightmare
And when the funk pops off, all bullshit aside, my killers is gonna be right there



Only got a little bit more time left, so im giving it to you raw til it aint no more breath in my body, til I reach syncope….near death, cause I swim with the sharks and don’t even get wet,
Any way you put it, everythings on deck, don’t expect nothing less when you mess with a vet
Twin Cities, Minnesota rep one big set, if you niggaz aint wit it, you can get chin-checked,
29 down, still aint met none yet that’s fucking with the King, tell me what you wanna bet
aint a nigga like me that can spit it like a jet, but keep it all true while you play like a pet,
im my own man, if you really wanna test, we can take it to the streets or whatever works best,
if you really wanna battle then you better go assess what it is you trying to do before you turn it to a mess
then ima have to clean it all up, and send it away to Scottie to beam it all up,
cause we live by the code and we die by the game, if you see what you saw, better keep your mouth shut (zip it up)
all you rap niggaz finna get crushed, and all you fake trap niggaz finna get flushed,
bite a nigga style thinking that’s whats up? I don’t even get offended, you just make me blush
I put it down in my city, no lie, better check a nigga history,
Before you run-up and talk a whole lot of bullshit that you don’t know nothing about,
Steady bluffing, condemning a mystery,
You better know what it is to me, its always the same and its never gonna change,
This is an attempt to wake all of you up before we send-it-up and go out with a BANG