Snipers Perched Ft. Neo & Ish

I only rock with the Storm’s, the Arsonist and the Ishtalkers

The Mavericks and The Neo-Arnos the real fucking ILL authors

The Real fathers, Real scholars, Holding Real choppers

The Pill poppers, and the dollar general window shoppers

He started a battle then got scared and tried to ceasefire

I sit on this web all day and lay traps like damn spider

C4 connect the wires then I set fucking timer

Waiting in the distance my eyes lit with the fire

I don’t need a cypher I got the eye of the tiger

Im Eyeing your empire, taking it down is my desire

Striking like viper, you just typing like a writer

I’ll choke your ass out like Im a UFC fighter

Using AI assistance you deserve to come up missing

Ya Body found floating in the river by some old man thats fishing

It’s sickening they bullshitting destroying traditions

On top of all that 90 percent of the lyrics are fiction

 

Ligaments grow, fingers and toes... writtens for y'all

Fiction and ode, business is war... glitters ain't gold

Women and whores little back doors triple the dough

We the P-3, that’s three that be iller than most

No medical dose, bred to do tho no checks to show

Put the bread on the toast ‘til it’s left with the smoke

Brick after brick.... Step in the dome, trinity stone, symmetry strong

Balanced with threes like the structures they mimic in Rome

Pressure composed, weathered the storms, never erode

History's shown the rest of ‘em... bending and fold

Said we’d be ghosts, thought we was gone, but yet we arose

Stand on our own, pillars don’t break, they set in the stone

Echo through halls, temple of prose, etching the poems

Legends in form, penned in the scrolls, never get old

Never been sold, never been cloned, tethered in oath

Lettered in bold, entered the tomes, labeled as GOATs...

 

What you call wolves draped in sheep's clothes...

Representing truth speech word play like Joey Swoll

Bars preach technique like Anatoly cloaked

Penning beginning and ending grim reminders, for emcees who forgot our pen's designer

Our scent's desired, fashion sense inspire the illest writers, real life

Capcom Street Fighters super powered Heroes for Hire who don't ceasefire til we seize

Your empire, decease entire cyphers of Daredevils and White Tigers, bullseye

Line drivers like snipers perched high birds eye, unlimited supply of refined iron

Cross-hairs sight on your flows, Iron Giants defying science

Clamping your skulls, King lions describing how ebonics crafted the code

Villains iconic we bask in the role to combat the attack of the clones

We command the stance that you on when we snap the Infinity stones

Your ask collapse when tasked demand receipts for the throne

Demonic pillars lay traps for your souls, spit raps covered in rose colored gold

Killers... Sex trafficking dough, our filler known to take the tactical approach

The foundation stay pact and unequivocal, impose recourse action critical