Citizens of River City- I hold your high school captive. With my gangs of students and bosses, nobody can stop me now. Meet my demands or else! - There's Trouble in river city so you know we gettin busy I try to maintain a calm demeanor It's a cold world but we ain't palmin heaters, Listen, We're at loss for leaders, So everybody's following And not using caution either Street gangs taking over the town, Broken glass and blood all over the ground All the good soldiers are down, Despair in the air Not a bit of hope can be found Theres 2 kids Ryan and Alex, Our only chance of Surviving this violence Is rallying behind them, supply them with gadgets or ratchets cuz cats is about Madness They don't fair, man their past scuffles, Involved steel pipes chains and brass knuckles Trash cans what ever they get their mitts on, And they took Alex's girl man, it's on It gets sicker but i Peep the whole picture They talk tough but as Sweet as disaronnno Liqour A whole Bunch of gangs and our schools in the balance Many tougher men are refusing the challenge, But these 2 are special oozing with talent, And crackin skulls till their movement is silenced Its Time to boss up or get tossed up Don't get it twisted backwards or crossed up No time to be awestruck Gotta get ya lil scrappy on and put them paws up, We got ya back, stick it to these tyrants...kickin over buildings living like a giant (p) These little derelicts, asking for a ransom but they know we don't negotiate with terrorists, that mentality worn out like an old pair of kicks, So we hit the streets, we'll take care of this

Scary as a Rare rash I show up right before the crash like an airbag But it still hurts, snapping like a bear trap spit an ill verse, Watch my stock rise like aircraft Mega Ran is the man with the Iron fist, kept it digital, cause ain't nobody buying discs Get a copy Cuz rappers are gettin sloppy Do the math, cause my path is fibonacci I been a beast bro, lax to heathrow, What do he know this rap is a freethrow To ray Allen, boy are they whylin, Went diggin for a problem and they found him(hook) River city Rhymin Wit precise timing You don't want a problem Cuz we all ridin You might hear the sirens All we see is violence So Get inside its River city rhymin Get em, hit em Beat em Make it rough got em bracing for Impact Made a stack off the Lin rap and never been back Yet, now they clamor for a title shot They just browsing...Firefox If you hadnt noticed I write a lot All aboard and I'm on till the final stop I got bills to pay so my Grind don't stop (what do you know?) How much time you got? Me? I dont have time for you losers I bruise ya for calling me a rhyming producer, Got a tough shell as if I was a Koopa I wrote the book Call me Simon and Schuster Random house, Losses I hand em out, Bed time blow the candles out, You're a fraudulent purchase-- cancelled out I haven't scrapped in years so we can dance it out,(h) River city Rhymin Wit precise timing You don't want a problem Cuz we all ridin You might hear the sirens All we see is violence So Get inside It's river city rhymin Beat em up Make it We Warriors-- Like the kids in the 70s Tell em i spit it heavenly Never getting ahead of me Ready for me ya better be Energy--Cuz my crew is extra thick Living our dreams like we in that inception flick Test the click you in deep excrement Cuz If you don't know what I represent (you gone learn today) I wish people needed permission to rap cuz I'd be chuckii booker you'd be turned away Peace to nekkron beats is Teflon Hollow point rhymes better keep your vest on, Put a hand up, and move to the front, Say ho, whatever, do what ya want, (p) This is the moment where it gets real Spit Ill from river city to sticksville Ain't no best just pay yo debts Or take fatal steps in this game of death, called River city Rhymin Wit precise timing You don't want a problem Cuz we all ridin You might hear the sirens All we see is violence So Get inside and Commence to hidin

A yo I miss you Just wanna kiss you I think of all the petty fights and issues I didn't mean it, man I was wrong But that dont mean a thing Now you're gone I'm tryna be strong but im trippin Cant believe Some sucka caught me slipping > Nah I wasnt blind paid him no mind Crept up from behind like that biggie line I was on the grind, tryna make a dime He was on her line like the whole time I can hold mine, been a whole week Thought that I was strong but in so weak (p) I thought the was the one, sposed to have my son now I'm just a shell of myself Guess i jumped the gun, We had so much fun at least I was tellin myself Now I'm all alone, in the world A friggin wreck over a girl, Guess I got played like a fool, And even worse I gotta go to school Face their accusing eyes Tell confusing lies Maybe I should hop on her facebook, Maybe start abusing the guy Report all his pictures as spam That'll get him into a jam, Send the dude a bunch a malware hope it some how it gets to his ram, Switch up his Mac's ip So he can't get online properly, im on her page and what do I see? Nothing, she already blocked me. Damn.

Bully One thing i can't stand is a damn bully Always picking fights with the weak goodie goodies Takin lunch money from the kids how could he Scaring kids worse than the boogie- man, only plan Was his next victim, his name was woody Soft as a 3 year old wet pair of footies Skinny as a rail, with his hair all wooly Never came to school without his lamb of God hoodie The bully walks to woody, wit his hand extended fully Askin what woody got on his lunch goodies I don't think woody understood the bully fully, Cuz Took too long to respond to his query Pushed him down in the rain now he all sooty, Reached in his bag and stole is Homemade cookies Woody looked at the bully like how could he then he Noticed a rip on his favorite hoody U never U never U never know know know Pulled himself out the mud, picked up his goodies Plots his revenge wondrin shouldn't he or should he Get the bully back and if so How could he Figure out a way that no one could overlook me One thing nobody knew about woody Was his dad just was a cop, though he was still a rookie Had 2 guns that he hid in the crib, Left one in the jar that was usually for cookies all woody wanted was to refill his cookies That were so callously stolen by the bully Hand in the cookie jar now lookie lookie Woody got an answer to his problems with the bully A shiny new pistol, 44 fully Automatic weapon is now inside woodys Backpack wouldn't take the bet as a bookie im guessing this one might not be pretty Woodys on the school bus Lookin for the bully Hopin that he maybe played hooky Or possibly with his friends so They can see the looky on his face when i take his leverage like a pulley Woody spots the bully grabs 44 fully>Automatic pistol, says you didn't really have to push me Or rip my hoodie or take my cookies One Shot to the chest down went he bully