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Yeah. It's that hardcore shit. That fire and brimstone. That verbal parkour. Yeah. Red Eye. I'ma take you on a trip right now. Okay? Yeah. Ayo. Let's First round draft pick, Effortlessly making classics. The most hardcore tactics, come get your ass kicked. Super lyricist, had to invest in caskets. Send you to the grave, bastard, ashes to ashes. No remorse, fuck it, I never have it. Got a habit of leaving bodies covered in baguettes. I rep the O, but me no run with The Magic. Been a nigga bout the symphony, Dan Patrick. As if I ever been wack. You lose, confederate flag cut competitors in half. Blood bath for anyone who oppose. Opposition get crushed and snorted up my nose. I don't cipher no pros versus joes. Only the best of the best come test for The throne. It's Red Eye, the champ is home, And the ice in my vein is Alaska cold. As I sit back in hindsight, always had my Mind right. The plan always to advance, Fuck the limelight. All I needed was a chance 'cause the rhymes tight. My lady told me, "Do it to them, baby, Shine bright." Verbally shitting and pissing, Man, listen. Six-figure nigga, always been fan Mission. All these wack artists in the game, Fan dissing. Fuck them all, y'all, fan back in Position. Yes, getting that chenny for war, I'm ever ready. White Mustang and she sitting on 20s. Under my seat, fully automatic semi. In my cup, no chasing, no ice, straight Henny. Got nothing to debate, shit, my life great. My mental state always been about cake. Haters gonna hate on the movies I make. But they don't know the sacrifice and to do What it takes. Ayo, the missing link between Pyramids and the Sphinx. Lifelong alien, unidentified UFO fly out of orbit. Prehistoric T-Rex, my past, your future the next. Reaching levels, making moves way up from under Beneath rubble. Spit darts, shatter feathers, And goose down bubbles. Run amuck, havoc, the scene's all trouble. Riot, throwing chairs up in the mosh pit. Mask the masses, Halloween face covered. Goons on a mission, splitting with accurate Precision. Play parts and positions, strategize with Intuition. Operation function off communication, Potent information. Ten seconds 'til the countdown detonation. Tune your antennas in, we taking over stations. Stole the moment while waiting patient. Sicko psychotic Dr. Kevorkian, you my patient. Tortured and slaughtered, this the anthem, golden Era shit, hardcore. Yeah, yo, I react on this Shit in black. Ayo, A. O. Came through and blew off your headphone jack. Run from BK to Florida. I hop on your snare and kill it, call The coroner. I'm running your craps and ammo, Rambo. Knife hit one of your ears, You Van Gogh. I used to handle rocks like D-Rose. Superhero, blow like kilos. I'm lethal with these flows and these clothes. I'm like the pimp from the D clutching three Hoes. Ask me where's Bo, homie, It's up. How you ordered icy liquor with slug? You choose, I can't lose, you dudes ill, Need a IV. Can't help it, it's the monster Inside me. Besides, he's the best line for line. Chiropractor realigning your spine when I'm Finished. The rhyme vicious. Who want the problem? Your pate. I'm armed with the hammer, man, Red Café. Quick to slap a rapper who want it. See that Brooklyn bullshit? I'm on it. Let's ride out.