2 anyone that feels they need 2 come at me incorrect

[Evil_Ekim]

The whole city is mine/ gritty wit crime i don't like the way bitch niggaz be crying bout getting called out when it's indirect/ why i say it in these rymes fuck it/ you can hate it or luv it feel it or crush it written/ on my arm it say virtue/ i was a nigga that would run in ya crib first 2 bust last to run and then my nigga got slid i did a bid aboartion a kid now it's all political now school teach bible preach but i bring the 9 2 simmer ya down/ i don't metion no names cuz yaw aint worthy of the gods key stroke or my scribe fuck why am i giving ya time/ 18 triple beam would have taken ya time/ look at my head brain cell/ grave yard from/ the weed thoughts of hotties/ pigieons and dimes/ rob they wanna take us skull and bone cross us bust for bust nut for nut they bump gay sane and bitch hung but don't want 2 listen 2 us/ who real and who fake/ how can you say that ya truely deadly mc's when you talk bout the hood and the only death you ever seen was ya daddy's/ never saw a pie a brick stop and quit hollywood niggaz is the only one's that would feel they have to prove they did it/ real gangsta say nothing they just handle they bizzness/ you 'd rathet go 2 jail 2 prove ya worth i'd rather be aquited/ ekim is a rebel that past it now i just spit it/ for the siccness haters news pappers gangsta's and critics/

 

[Napalm]

Liquid fire

Fire Evil straight fire but I think I need to speak on this subject as well.

For these coward cats I got ball bats/
Your all actors tryin to act/
But those who are real dont speak/
We bust until ya esaphogus leaks out ya cheek/
Destroyed these lame siccness cats in battle every week/
They vote against me when I spit/
Know why because they scared of my shit/
I hit hard have ya kids shot hangin in my back yard/
Its not the Robber no more I now spit out Napalm/
Liquid Fire reins down on you like Vietnam/
Blow out hits from the chronic bomb/
I got ekim gettin evil like Satan/
You hate me fucc you no love won or lost/
Being hated on is the cost of being real/
You fake rats Iam commin in for the kill/
Its so easy to rap better then you lames/
No games played here me an Ekim speakin/
Thinkin about the murder plan/
Kick in ya front door and let you know who the man/
Black rag wrapped around my face/
Sparying kids wife grandma and every one in the place/
NO space to hide I ride quick me an Evil are sicc/
Burn these fake cats like Gonnahrea out ya dick/
NAPALM's the name the game is now real/
FUCCin punks get left in trunks eatin your soul mmm it makes a good meal/
So before ya run ya mouth at Evil get shit straight/
You got to deal with Napalm commin straight out the sewer grate/


NAPALM- The Cd commin soon- Liquid Fire-First single
The Princess
Evil Ekim
Myself

R.I.P
The Robber