Текст песни I'm Right Here - Liquid Assassin feat. Bridge B

I′m Right Here
Liquid Assassin
Hey nobody I'm next to blow, mark my words and set it in stone
Check my flow I wreck them shows let em′ know
I'm right here!
(Repeat 4x)
In the [?] booth heads spinning like the exorcist
You can [?] get your neck slit, get your necklace stripped
I'm next to rip, show you what it takes to bless this kid
Came in the game with a motivation to maintain even breathless sick
And keep your eyes on me fake snakes always hating on niggas′ like a sexist bitch
I ain′t never played no games, nigga meet me you gon' see I ain′t no PS3 no DS please
I'm a beast, dynamite when I rhyme on the mic like TNT for the STP
Put it down for the city and the side that I rep you gotta ask who next beat me
Cause′ I bless these streets I'm a vet in these speaks so close your goddamn mouth and let me rep these beats
I am the individual that will deliver you lyrical pinnacle the moment of proper interlude
Only beginning to really give it to you motherfuckers that talk about it in interviews
I′mma get physical spit at you critical my heart and my soul is the one pumping this blood in my interfuse
Somebody better warn em' there's a man on a mission to put the game in submission with ambitions to kill their crews
Better tell everybody I′m back in the booth
Prove it with the mic Liquid Assassin′s the truth
Distribute the energy that you lacking to use
You couldn't imagine taking this path in my shoes
Taking on the industry, I′ll do it my damn self
There ain't nothing I can′t do without a bit of my fans' help
Combined with grace of God [?] contracts ′cept for my hands help
And I don't give a damn if you seeing me
I'm right here where I need to be
Don′t need anyone to vouch or plea for me cause′ I want my heart in this, to bleed is mean
Acting hard and shit leave this seats
This the hardest shit to meet in streets
I can harness clips then breathe on beats then harvest spliffs get green like trees
Never see my capability you ain't killing me you better aim a pistol at my face and bang literally
Ways [?] who ain′t feelin' me
Killing every stage I graze with rage energy
Nigga don′t play, you fake and ain't friend of me
You ain′t seen pain the way my [?] mentally
You ain't seen K's the way I sprayed mentally
Every sixteen I play should be eight felonies HEY!