A-F-R-O
PainKillers
I'm not your ordinary rhymer I’m a high-powered sniper rifle
Got you right I’m feeling homicidal got the title
I’m poppin all my rivals I’m calling on high disciples
I’m liable to come with it running a milli miles a minute
I’m ya idol I got my hand on the bible when I’m rhyming its infinite
They committing all the cycles of anger, a ? is manged
A stranger is on the rival when rabble rhyming red rum’ing running it through a microphone
Back in effect, black dupe, rabbin it fresh stick to ya skin my tattoos slap on the flesh
Rippa’ da beats, I be the matte dude, rappin it to my best
On your knees and you begging and pleading I'm not next
(uh) Lock the key I lock the beats and go cray
Talk is cheap I walk the streets at ‘fro pace
Chop the peace I got your sneaks and gold chains
Block the beast and ya’ll won’t speak the ‘fro name