This is a song about "Critical damage"

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

From critical news to germans burning jews

So with these syllables, for me its critical

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I do damage with my razor

Regardless to all them, i appease her

My rhymes are biddable, physical, clinical to your health even critical

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Facing away the image ive become/ truth be told/ its truely cynical

I said man i dont get you / you rather be a man stuck in the gutter un critical/