I'm from the city where only job is copping bricks
Or riding around in fly whips while turning tricks
I make you die, robbing you, empy six out the revolver
The problem solver, and thats the peacemaker
Netcee undertaker, no debator, see ya later
The King of the City where the Goons Roam!
We put it up to your dome at the drop off
Ride off in YOUR car with with top off
Make ya head spin like a cyclone, it pop off
Deception and JDeek all alone in a war zone
Next time kneel before the throne!
Deception! You get a double shot like a dirty Martini
Leave your mom with no son Shakur Afeni
Ya feel me? I make hits while JDeek grounds out
You take the round route, you carry no clout
You dropped the reception, guess what's coming next son?
I make more off your FLOPS then you do
You under contract, I got 50 percent on every drop fool
Every event your always with my name in ya mouth, lovin the taste
You a fake, drop you to the ground when I pull the gat out my waist
I silence you chumps with violence, hold carbs like beers
Netcee niqqa of the year, and I do it on the volunteer
I appear just to end your career. I thrive on your fear
Dutch Masters, Phillies and Swishers, Plus a fifth of heem
I'm going bad on your sister, Next Level regime raining supreme
Next Level, we all famous
With our own language
La Costra Nostra, gun out the holster
from the city where I put you under a tomb stone
Straight from the emergency room, die before you grown
You suckas get whipped like cream, prolly in your dreams
Full of creativity, take your girl and get to sexual activity
While I kidnap, you watch it unfurl in captivity
Mac Seraphim, living a movie, there will never b a sequel
You can't move me, you ho's will never be my equal
Next Level we go up in haters like a space probe
Boxer's robe, in ya face, champion all around the globe
I K.O. your attorney, leave the chump on the gurney
Lyrical journey's not seeing my style until the tourney's
Originally Posted by Mac Grizz
