Battle Axe - Apollo Brown, The Left, Journalist 103

My spoken word is fascinatin' the most

It's a Holiday when I rap so just call me the Ghost

I'm the Gentleman side of the Gangsta for really

I'm a peaceful dude that's why I carry a nine milli

Don't be silly son I'll embarrass your squadron

My words are heat seekin', lockin' on movin' targets

I rips on the daily

I'll make you look more of a bigger fool than Benzino battlin' Slim Shady

I'm the mixture of Biggie, Malcolm and Makaveli

Shuttin' down shows By Any Means Necessary

Warnin' all guys, deserve visually rides

On whoever or where ever wackness resides

Go with the side and make it a wise choice

Before I do you like D.O.C.

and leave you without a voice

Rip out your larynx, Adam's apple and all

You gon' need a voice box to attempt to get your point across

You sassafras ass fags done got gassed

Ran upon the wrong two niggas and got masked

Yo, I keep that battle axe swingin'

Tell whoever signed you, resign

Cause I ain't leavin' nothin' alive to be signed

The sickest nigga you got in your clique, he's mine

Bring paramedics and anesthetics or he's dyin'

Don't stop, you drop in from the cop keep firin'

Black band over that bag so keep drivin'

Look Al Qaeda, this is Somalian street pirates

Tell the pres we ain't terrorists, we tyrants

I do this all the time, you barely a hype man

Who the fuck you think you're scarin', wearin' them tight pants

Your life span just might end in my hands

This a black dance and you don't fit, white man

See I stand ready for action, no mask

Just a .44 Magnum chrome ratchet

No plastic, one blast and that's it, closed casket

You just witnessed your own funeral, broke bastard

Classic