This is a song about "Fightin"

A soldier, and i stay under you fightin'

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

I could destroy an entire village when i kill and bury

Fightin for my soul, look in the mirror see my adversary

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

It's dark n' im writin barkin like i'm fightin for mike vick as my #1 critic

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

I'm gettin' tired of moderating and fightin' the crimes,

Britain be fightin' ask for our help. we come cause we have to but we use the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

I know its to hard to try fightin back

Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

It's dark n' im writin barkin like i'm fightin for mike vick as my #1 critic