I'm the line of supply got the bricks and packs on lock Watch the opposition wither under watch of my eye I built the studio out of bricks. made it the Lions den just to sit alone on a concreted boulder throne for da king da decree spoke through a megaphone declaring the first shot of da start of da war No ceasefire, no truce, I don't clear the block Got a legion of believers with the perimeter clean sweeping da spot standard for the block, I don't back down militant state boots, marching through the crack town System want us finished, but I standing in the zone Built a fortress from da bando I did it on my own Yeah, I'm standard for the block, I don't back down heavy boots stopping through da crack town treading through da trench making my round No surrender, no retreat, I keep the perimeter locked down This is street militant, the revolution on the block From the dawn to the dusk, yeah I'm running the scheme Military mindset, funding the dream Yeah, I'm standard on the corner, I don't look for a hand I the soldiers in the dirt, turning grit into land No days off, keeping the perimeter locked This is hustling militant, the regime on the block Heavy is the head when you dictate the law... I stood against the wall and I conquered what I saw standing in a line wit a five star general shine is defined Taking back the ground that they tried to design Yeah, the rhythm is a march, the rhetoric is steek No room for the fiction when you dealing with the real Eyes on the perimeter, I steady on the clock The frequency is heavy and real with every premiere
