Roar Of The Lion (The Lion'S Pit) (Instrumental)

Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Uh, uh-huh, Don, Mathematics
Killa Island
Yeah, fuck all my enemies
Uh-huh, I catch you comin' out the hallway again
I'ma smack rockets outta your jaw, nigga, bang, bang
You dead, nigga, word up
That's my word, yo, stupid

Some hard shit for convicts gettin' messy in the mosh pit
Groovy chick take hits on Led Zeppelin's guitar picks
Talk shit, then I speak with an iron stick
Instincts that rely on quick
Welcome to the lion's pit
Ears up in attack mode, there's strangers in these back roads
Think tank crack codes, lights out, black hole
The power of words can run up in your stronghold
Easy access, now you starin' down my gunhole
Gunhole, look at my son go, distributin' bundles
Bundles, now we livin' in the sun glow
Territory of rap beef will be our defeat
Follow critics on YouTube's, lose ability to eat
Open your eyes to a glorious view, so scenic
The chosen few, witness the slow rise of the Wu-Tang Phoenix
Jars of lemongrass, enhanced bars, you can repeat
16-bar melters, barbecue your headpiece

That's right, keep the gun concealed, I deal with the struggle real (real)
I've seen addicts pursue the hit and never touch a meal
For that bread drill, a bloodshed like a bucket spill
Seen them with bubbles on they grill, chick, I cut with steel (for real)
Funeral ballot keys, my glimpses of reality
That queen's criminal mentality, be runnin' wild on me
Juveniles in the lab like niggas doin' alchemy (alchemy)
Ain't no in-betweens, it's execution of style for greed
Real mechanic under that hood like a Valvoline (you feel me?)
Drinkin' XR, a hottie stackin' the valor's knee
Witness the violence over cheddar (cheddar)
Niggas laying weights for the system awaits
Balances and measures (yeah)
Better invest in the best for the pressure
Pictures on mirrors of niggas on whack
It's Island on the dresser, best, I'm the king here
Met up with treacherous endeavors ('deavors)
Where they got zipped up in pads and carry on the stretcher, NYC

Catfish in closed casket, decrepit building, pissy mattress
We did backhandstands, tripple backflips, slapbox, kuckle checks
Belt buckles and ass whips, we had a crush on freaky Keke
That boostin'-ass bitch
Spicy sticky rice, veggie, spot on the Rollie spot
Frieda had a fatty patty, a man had a (?)
Benz with the Beamer, me a come up with the key-a
Used to park around the corner so that nobody would see her
Red stripes and Guinness Stout, Stout, curry balls, spinach pouch
(?) on the corner, nigga, looking like it's In-N-Out
Indian, Haitian, Black, reaching for his heat to cook the beef
Fire, you up there screeching, and the sirens running down the street
Sexy signs will always have that baby mama drama
(?) without a man, I call that baby mama karma
Karma, karma chameleon, Wu-Tang is for the children
We enter the frontier of your mind and explore it like a pilgrim
Ghetto livin', burnt (?) and greasy chicken
On the back of the milk box it looks like Little TT is missing
A hard head makes a soft ass, blast, blast, you better learn
Slutty Sickly Suzy out there that's still spreading germs
Nutty Peanut will smoke dust, go out there beat his poss'
Walk the block, boxer shorts, looking crazy, thinks he's socks
High as a kite and he will fight with a loaded Glock
Sticky cottonmouth yelling, "Yo, motherfuck the cops"

God forgive me, if you think I'm weak, yeah, oh
I been through the fire, been through the wringer
My soul gets weary and my flesh gets weak
I'm too tired to turn the other cheek, oh,yeah (whoa)
God bless the soul
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