This is a song about "The attack"

Enjoy as i attack

Make the fingers snap

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

We attack the authorities with have to backtrack

Theres monsters in the rear view we under attack

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

But instead don't attack when the air we breathe pollutes,

But on the real i feel your deal with rhymes will bring a strong attack

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Attack raps with the knife in the back

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Now hope, that you can recover from the smother of my rap attack/

Verbs are my attack, crack a bottle and unpack more words to go onto the track,

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad