Death From Above

Hurry up
What's a man to a demi-god?
Sitting on the throne, can't nobody ever throw me off
Sub-Zero flow, it could never ever defrost
You ain't from around here, lil bitch, you seem lost
X triple I, that's a line you don't wanna cross
Used to be the grunt, now I'm the mothafucking boss
Smoke another blunt, just another day, 'nother job
Young black punk with the trunk thumping down your block

You won't get buck, you won't get buck
You won't get buck, you won't get buck
Nah, you won't get buck, you won't get buck
You won't get buck, you won't get buck
Nah, you won't get buck, nah, you won't get buck
You won't get buck, you won't get buck
Nah, you won't get buck, aye, aye
Nah, you won't get buck, aye, aye

You won't get buck, lil bitch, get back
20, 000 demons still ready to attack
Tripled that rack, let's times 10 that
They can hardly rap and now they mad
Just 'cause I'm sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick
Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

Killing the game in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

This is death from above, death from above
Death from above, death from above
Death from above, death from above
Death from above, death from above
This is death from above, death from above
Death from above, death from above
Death from above, death from above
Death from above, death from above
This is death from above