Bomb First (My Second Reply)

In today's music news

The ever controversial Tupac Shakur has just released another album

Under the alias Makaveli

Music insiders are running wild

Trying to rearrange other artist street dates

In fear of a wipe-out in retail inter-chart movement

Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album

Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers

Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character

Of not only Mr. Shakur, but of Death Row Records as well

Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious of Tupac's

Excuse me, Makaveli's verbal assault

On Mobb Sleep, Notorious P.I.G. and several other New York rappers

Jay-Z from Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever

And several other corny-sounding motherfuckers

Are understandably shaken up by this release

The question everybody wants to know is

Why'd they get this **** started?

Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment

But released this statement

It's not about East or West

It's about **** and bitches

Power and money, riders and punks

Which side are you on?

These **** is still fuckin' talkin'?

You **** still breathin'?

Fucking roaches

Aight, this the Raid on cockroaches

It's too late for you you punk mothafuckers

This is it

Killuminati Style

Makaveli the Don

Solo shit, fam (Bring it)

Allow me to introduce first, Makaveli the Don

Hysterical, spiritual lyrics like The Holy Qur'an

**** get shook like 5-0

My forty-five gun's next to me when we ride for survival

Money making plans, pistol closing hands

Swollen pockets, let me introduce the topic, then we drop it

Expose snakes 'cause they breath freely

See me ride, located worldwide like the art of graffiti

I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude shitty

Born on the dope fiend's titty

In every city, you'll find me, look for trouble right behind me

My Outlaw **** down to die for me, nah'mean?

I hit the scene, **** ducking for my guillotine stare

I'm right there, my every word, a fuckin' nightmare

Getting high, let me see the sun rise and fall

This for my dogs, down to die for y'all

Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in 'em

Cut 'em down, to hell is where we send them

My whole team trained to explode, ride or die

Murder mothafuckas lyrically and I'm not gon' cry

Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater

Two big pits, I call 'em "Mobb bitch-**** eaters"

And not a whimper until I'm gone, thug life

Running through my veins, so I'm strong

Bye, bye, bye, let's get high and ride

Oh, how we do these ****, but I'm not gon' cry

I'm a bad-boy killer, Jay-Z die, too

Looking out for Mobb Deep, ****, when I find you

Weak mothafuckas don't deserve to breathe

How many **** down to die for me? Yeah, yeah

West Coast rider comin' right behind ya

Should've never fucked with me

I want money, hoes, sex and weed

I won't rest till my road dog free

Bomb first, we bomb first when we ride

Please reconsider 'fore you die

We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight

But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first

We bomb first when we ride

Please reconsider 'fore you die

We ain't even come to fight tonight

But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first

For so many days and just so many ways, we've been duckin' strays

They delivers, but still, we some Bad Boy killers

Got nothin' to lose, I gots nowhere to go

I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row

With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general

And I be a soldier on a mission sent to do what you'll never do

And that's ride for the cause, yes, I'll die for the cause

You best believe if I leave this bitch, yo, I'm dyin' with yours

Kamikaze, sicker than a mothafucking Nazi

Got a little question for that **** that made "Paparazzi"

If you ain't in this rap game for the muthafucking cash, man

Then what is yo motherfuckin' purpose? Narcing service

E.D.I. Mean, born worthless

That's until the day I decided to bomb first, bitch

Come on, bring it, let's get with it

Come on, bring it

Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin' patent leather

'Caused a massive terror, y'all **** lack, you ain't thorough

Half rapper, half drug kingpin, you're tellin' fairy tales, dunn

King of New York like you the mothafuckin' one

But I'm from Jers', we don't play that shit

From the 'Claire down to North Bricks, all my **** flippin' chips

Gettin' rich, even though it's hard

Tryna creep through these halls and brawls without scars by a revolve'

With no warning signs 'cause yo, my man took five

Now, I'm the young one with the nine ready to put in my time

Shoot first, look at their head burst, bleedin'

Don't wanna hear no shit this evening, believe me

We bomb first when we ride

Please reconsider 'fore you die

G's and Thug **** on the rise

Plan, plot, strategize, but bomb first

We bomb first when we ride

Please, reconsider 'fore you die

G's and Thug **** on the rise

Plan, plot, strategize and bomb first