Im Right Here - Liquid Assassin

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!