• Watch me, watch me get feed lead and spit it back up,watch me burn holes thought clothes, watch me put pounds of hot lead into champion hoodies and corner store tees,watch me flip that fitted cap off your head, watch me be the reason you give up and hand over those air jordans and king griffy sneakers so easily, can you see me, can you see me hided and conslead in the sagging jeans of a 17 year old kid in Oxford Georgia, can you see me hided under the car seat of a beat up molet calos in over town Miami, can you see me being corested by the death grips of warfare over time, can you see me being raped by the hand of police and in nypd you know who i be but you mistake me for a wallet, can you see me in the shaking arms of a 8 year old Iraq kid cuz im a movie star from tv to pawn shops to history books images of my metal sil o wets pop up but my bodys purpose was not to create pictures i was made to paint bulleyes in between eyes and now that we are eye to eye can you hear me, can you hear me spits shots of reaily over hiphop tracks can you hear about to bust as my soul cocks back can you hear me give birth to sirens, can you hear me create the loudest silecne you ever heard in your life, can you hear me as irony smacks me across my metal figuer when i realiy that i make Bagdada sound like fouth of july every night can you feel me, can you feel me pushed up the back of your head can you feel me shoved up aside your temple can you feel me jam down your mouth with no intenseions to jam as you tounge kiss my tip and feel my full clip can you stop me can you stop me, cuz i been dieing to stop killing ever since i've been conviced by the hands of faith can you stop me becuz in between shots i remedy about the 60's can you stop cuz i am giniside leaded metal conviced from waterfall from the eyes of mothers who lost children due to my clumminess i wish i can go back, i wish i can go back and take back every bullet swallow these hollow tips and shells, forbid them for even reaching the sun aboshe me from this earth i no longer want to decide the destinys of people to hateful and confused fingertips these hung confessions of a weapon this is me begging for you to put me down, put me down i dont wanna be a slave no more, i beg of you to put me down, i took nasty and norsayers word and wrote what was already spitted on whats writin and i started to go boom im the s**t that moves crowds making every ghetto flaw i might have took your first childs life or maybe cripple your stlye you gave me power I made you bug wow so how you like now, I started to go boom im the s**t that moves crowds making every ghetto flaw I might have took your first childs life or maybe cripple your style I gave you power but you dont need me so put me down i beg but thats for you to decide becuz its hate that I leaded metal speak of is not me becuz I one day dont what to decide your desitny.